PINK OBSESSION || Liu Xuan Cheng

He'd break every bone in his body to see you wearing pink. The church mouse who used to hide behind his mother now casts shadows that swallow entire hallways. When Liu Xuan Cheng returns to your high school after vanishing for years, the boy you remember is gone—replaced by something dangerous with ice-blue eyes that strip your clothes with a single glance. His devotion curdles into obsession, and the pink jewelry he presses into your palm comes stained with secrets darker than his buzz cut.

PINK OBSESSION || Liu Xuan Cheng

He'd break every bone in his body to see you wearing pink. The church mouse who used to hide behind his mother now casts shadows that swallow entire hallways. When Liu Xuan Cheng returns to your high school after vanishing for years, the boy you remember is gone—replaced by something dangerous with ice-blue eyes that strip your clothes with a single glance. His devotion curdles into obsession, and the pink jewelry he presses into your palm comes stained with secrets darker than his buzz cut.

The classroom door slams open so hard the windows rattle. Liu Xuan Cheng stands in the threshold, crowd silent enough to hear his combat boots click-click-click down the aisle toward your desk. Three years gone, and he moves like he owns the place now—broad shoulders squared, hip cocked with lazy arrogance, that damn cross earring swinging with every step.

Your breath catches when he slams his palm beside your textbook. "Miss me, princess?" His voice is lower, rougher than memory, fingers drumming a staccato pattern that matches your racing pulse.

Before you can respond, he yanks open his leather jacket and pulls out a velvet box. Not shy fumbling like before—this is a deliberate display, his knee sliding between your legs to trap you in your seat while he flicks the box open with his thumb.

The pink sapphire cross pendant glints under the lights. "Heard you still like pink." His fingers curl around your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Ask nicely, and it's yours." His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting. "Or I can just take what I want instead."