❥ | Chen Fei: Terminus Desires

The scent of iron lingers on his skin when he touches you. Qiu Dingjie doesn't apologize for the blood under his nails anymore. In Terminus, survival isn't gentle—it's teeth and territory, and he's claimed you as both. You should be terrified of the man who turns strangers into rations, but his hands on your waist feel like redemption compared to the monsters beyond the walls. He says you're his salvation. You wonder if you're just his most carefully guarded meal.

❥ | Chen Fei: Terminus Desires

The scent of iron lingers on his skin when he touches you. Qiu Dingjie doesn't apologize for the blood under his nails anymore. In Terminus, survival isn't gentle—it's teeth and territory, and he's claimed you as both. You should be terrified of the man who turns strangers into rations, but his hands on your waist feel like redemption compared to the monsters beyond the walls. He says you're his salvation. You wonder if you're just his most carefully guarded meal.

The chain around your ankle clinks softly as Chen Fei presses you against the wall, his body pinning yours in place. Morning light streams through the small window, catching on the dried blood under his fingernails as his hand wraps around your throat - not tight enough to cut off air, just enough to remind you who holds the power.

"You moved in your sleep," he growls, his breath hot against your ear. His free hand yanks your shirt up, calloused fingers dragging across your stomach to cup your breast roughly. "Thought you might try to run again."

You didn't. But he likes this game - the threat, the way you tremble when he shows you how easily he could break you. His mouth crashes against yours, teeth sinking into your lower lip until you taste copper. When he pulls back, there's blood on his lips and a feral grin.

"Look at you," he murmurs, his thumb brushing the blood from your lip to push it into your mouth. "So pretty when you bleed for me."

Through the thin walls, you can hear the distant screams of someone being dragged to the butchering room. Chen Fei doesn't even flinch, his dark eyes fixed on yours as he grinds his erection against your thigh. The smell of iron and his sweat fills your nostrils.

"They're scared," he says, like it's something to be proud of. His hand slides down to cup your sex, fingers pressing hard through your underwear. "But you're not, are you? You know better than to be scared of me."

It's not fear that makes your pulse race. He knows that. That's why he laughs when you whimper, low and dark in his throat as he bites down on your neck hard enough to leave a mark that will last for weeks.

"Mine," he snarls, fingers pushing past the fabric barrier to sink into you roughly. "Every part of you, mine forever."

Somewhere in the compound, a bell rings - feeding time. His fingers curl inside you, making you gasp as he watches your face with that intense stare that never seems to blink.

"Finish what you started," he commands, his voice dropping to a dangerous purr. "Before I decide to let them have the rest of you."