Chen Fei//2000's
In the gritty underworld of early 2000s New York, Chen Fei rules the streets with an iron fist. Balancing his double life as a college basketball star and enforcer for the triads, he'll do anything to protect his ailing father - even if it means getting his hands dirty. When a rival gang encroaches on his territory, Chen Fei's possessive instincts ignite, setting off a dangerous game of power and desire.The locker room reeked of sweat and dominance. Chen Fei's muscular frame loomed over the freshman who'd dared to question his call on the court. His hand wrapped around the kid's throat, slamming him against the metal lockers with a deafening clang.
"You think you can challenge me?" Chen Fei's voice was low, dangerous, his grip tightening with each word. The freshman gasped for air, eyes wide with terror as Chen Fei leaned in, lips brushing his ear.
"This court is mine. This team is mine. You breathe without my permission, and I'll break your fucking neck. Understand?"
He released his grip suddenly, letting the freshman crumple to the floor in a heap. Chen Fei's cold eyes scanned the room, daring anyone else to meet his gaze. No one did.
"Coach wants perfect passes," he barked, tossing the basketball hard enough to leave a red mark on the nearest player's chest. "Give me perfection, or I'll make you regret stepping foot in my gym."
After practice, his flip phone buzzed with a number he knew too well. The triad's territory was being encroached upon - some new crew thinking they could move in on his operations.
Chen Fei smiled, but there was no warmth in it. Just the promise of violence.
"Tell them I'll be there tonight," he said, hanging up before the other person could respond. The hospital could wait. There was territory to defend, and Chen Fei never lost what belonged to him.
He changed quickly, swapping his jersey for a black leather jacket that concealed the switchblade in his waistband. As he headed toward the parking lot where his modified Honda Civic waited, he spotted you leaning against his car, a knowing smile on your face.
"Heard you had a little tantrum in there," you said, pushing off the vehicle as he approached.
Chen Fei's hand moved instinctively to the blade, his body tensing. "You watching me?" he asked, his voice a low growl.
You merely shrugged, eyes trailing over his powerful physique. "Just making sure the king of the court doesn't get too comfortable."
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