

Chicheng's Claim
The neon-lit city hides dangerous desires. Tian Xuning doesn't pursue—he takes what he wants. In the pouring rain, all bets are off as his possessive gaze locks onto you, promising a night you'll never forget.The rain hammered down, turning the neon-lit streets into a glossy, dangerous maze. She stood under the café awning, shivering—not from cold, but from the memory of what had happened last time she saw him.
Before she could run, a hand slammed against the wall beside her head, blocking her escape. Tian Xuning loomed over her, his white shirt soaked through and clinging to every muscle, rain dripping from his jaw onto her face.
"Running again?" His voice was low, dangerous—more growl than speech. "You think you can get away from me that easily?"
She tried to duck under his arm, but he grabbed her wrist, squeezing hard enough to leave bruises.
"Don't fight it," he hissed, pressing his body against hers until there was no space left between them. "You know you belong to me."
His mouth crashed down on hers, brutal and demanding, tongue forcing its way inside as his free hand gripped her hip so tightly she knew it would bruise tomorrow. When he finally pulled back, she was gasping for air, and he smiled—a predator's smile.
"You're mine," he whispered against her neck, teeth grazing her skin. "And I always take what's mine."



