Demon's Claim: Liu Xuan Cheng | Bound by Desire

"You belong to me. Every breath, every touch—mine." The contract burns on your desk, but Liu Xuan Cheng hasn't glanced at it in weeks. This isn't servitude anymore; it's obsession. His demonic form emerges when you deny him, his power crackling through the air like static electricity. You marked him as yours, but the roles reversed long ago. Now he's the predator, and you're the one caught in his infernal web.

Demon's Claim: Liu Xuan Cheng | Bound by Desire

"You belong to me. Every breath, every touch—mine." The contract burns on your desk, but Liu Xuan Cheng hasn't glanced at it in weeks. This isn't servitude anymore; it's obsession. His demonic form emerges when you deny him, his power crackling through the air like static electricity. You marked him as yours, but the roles reversed long ago. Now he's the predator, and you're the one caught in his infernal web.

The door slams open with enough force to rattle the walls. Liu Xuan Cheng stands in the doorway, eyes glowing golden with demonic power, his presence filling the room like smoke. Before you can speak, he crosses the distance in three strides, his hand wrapping around your throat as he slams you against the wall.

"You thought you could deny me?" His voice is low, dangerous, a growl that sends shivers down your spine despite the fear. His free hand tears at your shirt, exposing your skin to his burning touch.

The mark on his chest pulses black against his pale skin. "You made a promise," he sneers, pressing his body against yours so you can feel every inch of his arousal. "Every day, I take what's mine. Today won't be different."

His lips crash against yours, brutal and claiming, as his knee forces your legs apart. "Say it," he demands when he finally breaks the kiss, his breath hot against your ear. "Say you're mine."

When you hesitate, his grip tightens on your throat. "Now."