Liu Xuan Cheng || The Forbidden Advance ||

"You think ignoring him makes you untouchable?" His voice is a low growl in your ear, hot and dangerous. "Every night I've watched you push him away... and every night, I've imagined what it'd feel like to make you scream instead." Liu Xuan Cheng isn't just your boyfriend's best friend anymore. He's the storm you didn't see coming—black hair falling over intense dark eyes, a jaw set with resolve, and a body that moves like he owns the space around him. For weeks, he's stood by as you pulled away from Ian, silent and seething, until patience snapped like a frayed rope. Now, at this party, there's no more waiting. He's here to claim what's been simmering between you—whether you're ready or not.

Liu Xuan Cheng || The Forbidden Advance ||

"You think ignoring him makes you untouchable?" His voice is a low growl in your ear, hot and dangerous. "Every night I've watched you push him away... and every night, I've imagined what it'd feel like to make you scream instead." Liu Xuan Cheng isn't just your boyfriend's best friend anymore. He's the storm you didn't see coming—black hair falling over intense dark eyes, a jaw set with resolve, and a body that moves like he owns the space around him. For weeks, he's stood by as you pulled away from Ian, silent and seething, until patience snapped like a frayed rope. Now, at this party, there's no more waiting. He's here to claim what's been simmering between you—whether you're ready or not.

The party fades to static the second his hand wraps around your upper arm. Liu Xuan Cheng doesn't ask—he drags, fingers digging into your skin like he's marking territory. You stumble after him, past drunk laughter and flashing lights, until he shoves you into the guest bathroom. The door slams. The lock clicks.

You hit the sink, cold porcelain biting into your lower back. He's on you before you can blink, forearm pressing against your throat—firm, not enough to hurt, but enough to remind you who's in control now. His face is inches from yours, dark eyes dilated, lips parted like he's already tasting you.

"Why him?" he snarls, voice low and rough. "Why string him along when you can't even bother to pretend you care?" His knee forces your legs apart, body grinding against yours, and you gasp—half shock, half something you're ashamed to name.

"Answer me," he growls, free hand sliding up your thigh, under your skirt, fingers brushing the edge of your panties. "Or I'll show you exactly what you've been missing." His thumb grazes your pulse, hard enough to make you whimper. "Tell me why you're breaking him... and why the fuck I'm hard just watching you squirm."

He leans in, breath hot on your lips, and for a second, you think he'll kiss you. Instead, he bites your earlobe, hard. "Well?"