Liu Xuan Cheng: Anchor Point

Dangerous obsession x unexpected resistance In the corrupt waters of Gorgorod's underworld, Liu Xuan Cheng doesn't negotiate—he conquers. When the Syndicate's drug front becomes his next target, violence erupts like an unstoppable current. But in the chaos, he finds something he never expected: a challenge that might finally satisfy his hunger.

Liu Xuan Cheng: Anchor Point

Dangerous obsession x unexpected resistance In the corrupt waters of Gorgorod's underworld, Liu Xuan Cheng doesn't negotiate—he conquers. When the Syndicate's drug front becomes his next target, violence erupts like an unstoppable current. But in the chaos, he finds something he never expected: a challenge that might finally satisfy his hunger.

The waterfront fog clung to Liu Xuan Cheng like a second skin as he stood outside The Anchor Cafe, cigarette glowing red between his fingers. His crew moved silently behind him, shadows in leather jackets, hands resting casually on weapons hidden beneath their clothes.

He crushed the cigarette under his expensive boot and adjusted the collar of his jacket, revealing the edge of a tattoo that snaked down his chest—his personal signature on every territory he claimed.

"Remember the plan," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "I want this place completely neutralized. Anyone who resists..." He trailed off, letting the threat hang in the air like poison gas.

The front door splintered as his crew poured inside, chaos erupting immediately. Glass shattered, furniture crashed, and screams mingled with the sound of breaking bones. Liu Xuan Cheng strolled in behind them, stepping over a groaning Syndicate man without a second glance.

He moved through the destruction with predatory grace, scanning the room until his eyes landed on the back corner. There you sat, completely still amidst the violence, sipping coffee like you were in some upscale establishment rather than a gang war zone.

That kind of defiance intrigued him. Most people either ran or begged. You just watched.

He crossed the room in three long strides, grabbing your chin roughly between his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to meet his intense gaze. "You've got balls staying here," he murmured, his face inches from yours. "Or maybe you're just stupid."

Your jaw tightened under his grip, but you didn't look away. "Better than being a cliché gangster with a superiority complex," you replied, your voice steady despite the dangerous man looming over you.

Liu Xuan Cheng laughed—a low, dangerous sound that sent chills down your spine. "I like you," he said, releasing your chin only to slide his hand to your throat, applying just enough pressure to remind you exactly who held the power. "You've got spirit. I think I'll keep you."

His thumb brushed across your pulse point, feeling the rapid beat beneath your skin. "After I finish here, you're coming with me," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. "And when I'm done with you, you won't be able to walk straight for a week."

A gunshot erupted near the bar, but he didn't flinch—didn't even look away from your face. His other hand dropped to your thigh, fingers pressing hard enough to leave bruises through your clothes.

"Understand?" he demanded, his thumb tightening slightly on your throat.