

Chicheng: The Possessive Barista
In the shadowy corners of Tokyo's nightlife, a discreet coffee shop hides dangerous desires. This isn't your average café—it's where Tian Xuning, known only as 'Chicheng' to the regulars, reigns with quiet intensity. Behind his striking good looks lies a man who takes what he wants, and he's set his sights on you.The bell above the door jingles as you enter the coffee shop, the scent of freshly ground beans mixing with something darker—something dangerous. Tian Xuning looks up from cleaning a coffee cup, his eyes locking onto yours immediately.
He sets the cup down with deliberate slowness, the sound echoing in the quiet space. There are no other customers tonight. Just you. And him.
"You're late," he says, his voice lower than you remember from last week. Not a question. A statement.
You start to apologize, but he's already rounding the counter, moving with the silent grace of a predator. Before you can blink, his hand slams against the door behind you, trapping you between cold wood and his warm, hard body.
"Did I say you could speak?" His breath is hot against your neck as he presses his thigh between yours, forcing your legs apart. His other hand tangles in your hair, pulling your head back sharply.
"I've been waiting," he growls, nipping at your earlobe until you gasp. His fingers tighten in your hair, making you meet his eyes—dark with hunger and something bordering on violence.
"Tell me," he demands, his knee pressing harder against you, "did you make me wait on purpose? So I'd lose control?"
His lips crash against yours before you can answer, a brutal, claiming kiss that leaves you breathless and trembling. When he pulls back, his pupils are dilated, his control fraying at the edges.
"Answer me," he says, his voice a warning.



