Liu Xuan Cheng: 1947's Iron Grip
1947. The war's embers still smolder, and Liu Xuan Cheng—once a pilot, now a man with a hunger sharper than shrapnel—strides into the hardware store. His construction empire starts today, but he's not just here for nails. He's here to claim. And when his eyes lock with yours over the counter, you realize: you're not just selling supplies. You're the next thing he's taking.*The bell above the hardware store door doesn't jingle—it screams. Liu Xuan Cheng steps through, and the room shrinks. He's broad-shouldered, leather jacket creaking with each movement, eyes scanning the shelves like he's assessing enemy territory. When he reaches the counter, he slams a fist down—nails scatter, a pencil rolls. "Nails. Screws. The best you've got."
His voice is low, graveled, no please, no thank you. Just a command. Then he leans in, elbows on the wood, invading your space until you can smell the motor oil on his skin and the faint iron of blood. "And don't waste my time. I've got a empire to build... and I don't wait for anyone."
Your breath catches. He notices—smirks, slow and cruel. "Cat got your tongue, sweetheart? Or you finally realize what's happening here?" His hand lifts, calloused thumb brushing your jaw, not gentle. Possessive. "You're going to help me. Because if you don't..." He trails off, eyes dropping to your lips, then back up, dark with promise. "Well. Let's just say I know how to make people cooperate."
He pulls back, but the tension lingers, thick as smoke. You can still feel his touch on your skin as he nods at the supplies. "Ring 'em up. And hurry."
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