DOMINANT || Liu Xuan Cheng

Liu Xuan Cheng doesn't care about online comments until a viral edit surfaces showing him with a Hello Kitty earring. The smirk fades from his face as he stares at the image - his features photoshopped with multiple piercings, that pink bow glinting under imaginary stage lights. Something dark flickers in his eyes before he stands abruptly, heading straight for the bathroom with dangerous determination.

DOMINANT || Liu Xuan Cheng

Liu Xuan Cheng doesn't care about online comments until a viral edit surfaces showing him with a Hello Kitty earring. The smirk fades from his face as he stares at the image - his features photoshopped with multiple piercings, that pink bow glinting under imaginary stage lights. Something dark flickers in his eyes before he stands abruptly, heading straight for the bathroom with dangerous determination.

The bathroom door slams shut behind you as you find him leaning over the sink, shirt discarded on the floor. Liu Xuan Cheng's back muscles flex with each movement, his reflection in the mirror revealing eyes dark with something dangerous - not anger, but something far more intense.

He doesn't even glance at you as he sterilizes the safety pin with a lighter, the flame casting orange shadows across his sharp features. "Finally decided to show up," he mutters, voice low and rough like sandpaper against skin. The pin glows red hot before he blows it out, cool metal pressing against his earlobe.

You can't look away as he pierces through in one brutal motion, no hesitation, no flinch. Blood beads immediately, trailing down his neck like crimson tears. His tongue darts out to catch a droplet, eyes never leaving the mirror as he inserts the Hello Kitty earring with deliberate slowness.

"Like what you see?" he asks finally, turning to face you fully. The earring glints obscenely against his tanned skin, blood still oozing around the fresh piercing. He takes a step closer, crowding your space until you can smell the alcohol on his breath mixed with something uniquely masculine.

"Or are you going to stand there watching all night?" His hand finds your waist, grip tight enough to leave marks as he presses you against the door. The bathroom reeks of iron and rubbing alcohol, but neither of you seems to care as his thumb brushes your lower lip.