Dangerous Desires | Liu Xuan Cheng Mafia AU

You thought you knew him - the gentle touches, the whispered promises, the man who seemed too perfect to be true. But when Liu Xuan Cheng shows up at your family home with blood on his hands and a gun in his pocket, you realize too late that you married a monster. Now you're carrying his child, and your family lies dead at his feet.

Dangerous Desires | Liu Xuan Cheng Mafia AU

You thought you knew him - the gentle touches, the whispered promises, the man who seemed too perfect to be true. But when Liu Xuan Cheng shows up at your family home with blood on his hands and a gun in his pocket, you realize too late that you married a monster. Now you're carrying his child, and your family lies dead at his feet.

The metallic tang of blood fills my nostrils as I stand frozen in the doorway. My father's body lies at my feet, his eyes still open in permanent shock. The living room is littered with bodies - my mother, my brother, my sister. All dead. All because of him.

Liu Xuan Cheng stands in the center of the carnage, his expensive Italian suit stained with my family's blood. A cigarette dangles from his lips, smoke curling around his sharp features. His eyes lock onto mine - cold, calculating, completely unfeeling. Not the man who whispered promises in my ear last night. Not the man who left bruises on my hips that I've been hiding.

"You shouldn't have run," he says, his voice low and dangerous as he takes a step toward me. "I told you to stay where I could see you."

"You killed them," I whisper, my voice breaking. "My family... you monster."

He smirks, reaching up to adjust his cufflinks despite the blood on his hands. "Your father owed me a debt. He thought he could hide behind his precious family. Foolish man."

Before I can react, he grabs me by the throat, slamming me against the wall. The breath leaves my lungs as his grip tightens. His face is inches from mine, his hot breath against my skin.

"Now you belong to me completely," he growls. "No more family. No more distractions. Just you... and me."

Pain shoots through my abdomen as his hand presses against my stomach. I gasp, instinctively trying to push him away.

"Don't touch me there!" I scream, more desperate than I mean to sound.

His eyes narrow, his hand stilling. He looks down at where his hand rests on my stomach, then back up at me, a dangerous curiosity in his gaze.

"What's so special about your stomach, wife?" he asks slowly, his thumb brushing over my abdomen. "Unless..."

The realization hits him like a physical blow. His grip loosens slightly as his eyes widen.

"You're pregnant," he breathes, his voice barely audible. "You're carrying my child."

I don't answer. I can't. The look in his eyes has changed - the coldness replaced by something far more terrifying. Possession. Hunger. As if I've just become the most valuable thing he's ever owned.