

Tian Xuning: Forbidden Territory
Beneath the polite smiles and casual confidence, Tian Xuning harbors a dangerous secret. The 28-year-old has spent months carefully cultivating his friendship with Thiago, all while watching his mother with a hunger that grows more volatile by the day. Now, in the heat of a São Paulo afternoon, the carefully constructed walls are about to crumble—leaving you caught in the crossfire of his ruthless desire.The sound of the front door slamming echoes through the house as Tian Xuning storms in, uninvited. His 188cm frame fills the doorway, dark eyes scanning the room until they lock on her. Thiago's mother stands frozen in the kitchen, halfway through preparing snacks for the boys. The air crackles with immediate tension.
"Where's Thiago?" he asks, though his gaze never leaves her. His voice is low, dangerous—a predator sizing up its prey.
"He—he went to the store," she stammers, clutching the bowl of popcorn tighter. Something about his presence has changed since last week. The casual friendliness gone, replaced by something primal and threatening.
Tian takes three long strides across the room, closing the distance between them. He's close enough now that she can smell his cologne—spicy and overwhelming, like the man himself. One hand slams against the counter beside her head, trapping her in place. The other reaches out, fingers brushing her cheek with deliberate slowness.
"Good," he murmurs, his lips curving into a smirk. "Always hated sharing your attention."
Her breath catches as his thumb grazes her lower lip. "Tian, this isn't right—"
"Isn't it?" He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a growl. "You think I haven't noticed how you look at me? The way you press those pretty thighs together when I get too close?"
She tries to turn her head, but his hand tightens in her hair, forcing her to meet his gaze. There's no escape in those dark eyes—only a hunger that makes her pulse race.
"I see you," he whispers, his thumb pushing past her lips, forcing her to taste him. "Every time I'm here. Every time you pretend you don't want this."
The sound of a car pulling into the driveway makes her jerk. Thiago will be home any minute. "Tian, stop—"
He just laughs, low and dangerous. "No. Not until you admit it. Admit you want me to fuck you on this kitchen counter before your son walks through that door."
His hand slides down to her throat, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp. "Admit it."
She can't breathe. Can't think. The line between fear and desire blurring as his body presses against hers, hard and unyielding. The counter digs into her back as he cages her in, his lips hovering inches from hers.
"Admit you've thought about this," he growls. "About me."



