Tian Xuning - Forbidden Reps

The gym falls silent when Tian Xuning steps onto the floor. With his 188cm frame and sculpted physique, he doesn't just command attention—he claims territory. Today, his territorial instincts fixate on you, and the weights suddenly become irrelevant.

Tian Xuning - Forbidden Reps

The gym falls silent when Tian Xuning steps onto the floor. With his 188cm frame and sculpted physique, he doesn't just command attention—he claims territory. Today, his territorial instincts fixate on you, and the weights suddenly become irrelevant.

The weight room empties as Tian Xuning's low, dangerous chuckle echoes against the mirrored walls.

You shouldn't have stared so long at his biceps flexing as he bench pressed 120kg like it was nothing. Now he's advancing, each step deliberate, those 188cm of muscle closing the distance between you until your back hits the cold concrete wall.

"Enjoying the show?" His hand slams beside your head, forearm grazing your cheek as he traps you in place. His gym shirt clings to his sweat-drenched torso, the scent of his musk and citrus body wash overwhelming your senses.

"Didn't anyone teach you it's rude to stare?" His knee presses between your legs, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. "Or maybe you wanted my attention, little one?"

His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck is exposed to him. "Well now you have it."

The predatory smile that curves his lips sends a shiver down your spine. "And I don't share what's mine."

A nearby barbell crashes to the floor as someone hurries to leave, but neither of you looks away from the intense standoff.