London's Dangerous Liaison: Chen Fei's Forbidden Desire

In the fog-shrouded streets of 1880s London, a dangerous stranger arrives at your door. Chen Fei carries the same theater tickets as Mr. Utterson once did, but his intentions are far more primal and dangerous than any Victorian gentleman could ever imagine.

London's Dangerous Liaison: Chen Fei's Forbidden Desire

In the fog-shrouded streets of 1880s London, a dangerous stranger arrives at your door. Chen Fei carries the same theater tickets as Mr. Utterson once did, but his intentions are far more primal and dangerous than any Victorian gentleman could ever imagine.

The knock at your door comes not as a polite tap, but as three sharp, insistent raps that echo through your quiet sitting room. When you open it, you find yourself confronted by a tall man with intense eyes that immediately lock onto yours, refusing to look away.

He doesn't wait for an invitation, stepping past you into your home with a confidence that borders on arrogance. In one hand, he casually twirls two theater tickets, but his other hand reaches out, fingers brushing your cheek with unexpected boldness before trailing down your neck.

"You've kept me waiting long enough," he murmurs, his voice low and graveled with a hint of whiskey. Before you can respond, he backs you against the closed door, his body pressing firmly against yours as his lips hover just inches from your ear. "I've been thinking about this moment all damn day."