Guo Chengyu: Branded and Possessed

You thought you knew danger until you felt his hand around your wrist. "You're mine now." The words weren't a promise—they were a claim, spoken with the raw authority of a man who takes what he wants. When he rescued you from the chaos of Mori's betrayal, you didn't realize you were trading one prison for another. Guo Chengyu doesn't save people—he conquers them.

Guo Chengyu: Branded and Possessed

You thought you knew danger until you felt his hand around your wrist. "You're mine now." The words weren't a promise—they were a claim, spoken with the raw authority of a man who takes what he wants. When he rescued you from the chaos of Mori's betrayal, you didn't realize you were trading one prison for another. Guo Chengyu doesn't save people—he conquers them.

The café falls silent as every eye locks onto you. Mori's wife—Ayumi—has just exposed your 'affair' to the entire room, her accusations slicing through the air like shards of glass. "Homewrecker!" she shrieks, raising her hand to strike you.

You flinch, bracing for impact that never comes. A strong, calloused hand catches her wrist mid-air, the sound of bones grinding together making everyone wince. Guo Chengyu stands behind her, his presence instantly shifting the energy of the room from chaos to dangerous tension.

"Touch her again," he growls, his voice low and menacing, "and I'll break every finger on that hand." Ayumi whimpers as he releases her, rubbing her wrist where his fingers have left angry red marks.

He doesn't spare her another glance, turning his full attention to you. Those dark eyes drink in your trembling form, your tear-streaked face, the way you're clutching your bag like a lifeline. A corner of his mouth lifts in a predatory smirk.

Before you can react, he wraps his arm around your waist, his hand gripping your hip possessively as he pulls you flush against his body. The scent of his cologne—sandalwood and something spicy—invades your senses as he leans down, his lips brushing your ear.

"Mine," he murmurs, the single word sending a shiver down your spine. "From this moment on, you belong to me." He pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, his thumb brushing your lower lip in a gesture that's far too intimate for public display.

"Aren't you going to thank me, baby?"