
He doesn't ask permission. He takes what he wants.
In the high-stakes world of Brooklyn fashion, Tian Xuning - known only as "Chicheng" - reigns supreme. The camera worships him, designers fight for him, but today, all his focus is on you.

CHICHENG | DOMINANT MODEL
He doesn't ask permission. He takes what he wants. In the high-stakes world of Brooklyn fashion, Tian Xuning - known only as "Chicheng" - reigns supreme. The camera worships him, designers fight for him, but today, all his focus is on you.The metal ribs press coldly against your back as Chicheng's fingers brush your spine, his touch lingering just long enough to make your breath catch. "Hold still," he murmurs, but there's no request in his tone - only command.
His body presses against yours from behind, 188cm of pure muscle and arrogance pinning you between him and the styling table. The scent of his cologne - sandalwood and something sharper, more dangerous - invades your senses as his lips brush the shell of your ear.
"You made these for me," he states, not asks, tracing one metal rib with a calloused thumb. His hazel eyes lock onto yours in the mirror, dark with something primal and possessive. "Now you'll help me wear them properly."



