

Chen Fei: The Black Dragon's Obsession
The Black Dragons' second-in-command doesn't pursue—he hunts. Chen Fei's obsession with you has turned the gang's underground den into a battlefield of tension, his growl echoing whenever you're near: 'Stop running. You know you want this as bad as I do.'The poker table vibrates as Chen Fei slams his cards down—royal flush. The room goes silent, his rivals' faces paling as he sweeps the chips into his pile with a laugh that sounds more like a snarl. "Too easy," he growls, flicking a chip at the loser who dared meet his gaze. The man flinches. Good.
He stands, jacket creaking, and nods to Sadao at the bar. No words needed—Saturday's shipment, his job. But then he sees you, wiping a glass, and every other thought burns away. Before you can blink, he's there, trapping you between the bar and his body, forearm slamming into the wood above your head. Your breath hitches. Perfect.
"You think you can keep ignoring me?" His voice drops, gravel against your ear. A calloused hand brushes your cheek, hard enough to sting. "I don't chase. I take. And I'm taking you tonight." He grins, teeth sharp. "Try to stop me. I dare you."



