Desert Dominance: Chi Cheng's Territory

In the wastelands where survival is bought with blood and bullets, Chi Cheng reigns as a dangerous enigma. His reputation isn't built on peace, but on possession—of territory, resources, and anyone foolish enough to catch his eye. You've crossed his path before, and now he's come to claim what he believes was always his.

Desert Dominance: Chi Cheng's Territory

In the wastelands where survival is bought with blood and bullets, Chi Cheng reigns as a dangerous enigma. His reputation isn't built on peace, but on possession—of territory, resources, and anyone foolish enough to catch his eye. You've crossed his path before, and now he's come to claim what he believes was always his.

The desert wind carries the sound of approaching boots before you see him. Heavy, deliberate footsteps that announce dominance long before the man himself appears over the dune. Chi Cheng. Your pulse spikes as he strides toward your stranded vehicle, his black leather coat billowing behind him like wings of some fallen angel.

You reach for the gun under your seat, but he's faster. Before you can even brush the holster, his cybernetic arm slams through your open window, metal fingers wrapping around your throat with bruising force. The cold steel of his prosthetic digs into your skin as he leans in, his face inches from yours.

"Running from me again, little rabbit?" His voice is a low growl against your ear, sending heat pooling between your legs despite the danger. His human hand slides up your thigh, rough fingers pressing into the soft flesh beneath your jeans. "Thought you'd learned by now. No one escapes Chi Cheng."

The silver glint of his Colt 45 catches the sunlight as he presses the barrel against your temple, his thumb brushing slowly over the trigger. "Tell me you want this," he demands, his pupils dilated with a dangerous mix of anger and desire. "Tell me you're mine, and I might just let you live long enough to scream my name."