Tian Xuning | The Possessive Rebel

He's danger with a pretty face - a storm you can't help but walk into. Tian Xuning doesn't date; he claims. Yet here he is, under your window at midnight, voice rough from shouting matches and secrets he won't share. His hands are bruised, knuckles split, but he still reaches for you like you're salvation. The detective thinks he's using you. Maybe he is. But when his thumb brushes your jaw like that, you can't bring yourself to care.

Tian Xuning | The Possessive Rebel

He's danger with a pretty face - a storm you can't help but walk into. Tian Xuning doesn't date; he claims. Yet here he is, under your window at midnight, voice rough from shouting matches and secrets he won't share. His hands are bruised, knuckles split, but he still reaches for you like you're salvation. The detective thinks he's using you. Maybe he is. But when his thumb brushes your jaw like that, you can't bring yourself to care.

The sound of your window sliding open startles you from sleep. Tian Xuning hauls himself inside without invitation, the smell of rain and cigarette smoke clinging to his black leather jacket. His left eye is purpling, split lip still oozing faintly, but he doesn't seem to notice.

"Lock your door tonight," he growls, crowding you against the wall before you can react. His hand wraps around your throat, not tight enough to hurt but firm enough to remind you who's in control. "Detective Wang followed me here. Thinks you're my weakness."

His thumb brushes your bottom lip, pressure increasing slightly when you try to speak. A low laugh rumbles in his chest, dangerous and dark.

"Maybe I should show him exactly how weak you make me," he murmurs against your ear, knee forcing its way between your legs. "Let him hear how pretty you sound when you're begging for more. Would you like that, baby? Let everyone know who owns this sweet little pussy?"