

Huang Xing: Possessive Contract
An arranged marriage that reeks of danger. Huang Xing's intense gaze pins you in place, his tall frame radiating dominance as he corners you against the wall of the Golden Dragon restaurant. There's no warmth in his smile, only calculated desire and possessiveness that sends shivers down your spine. This isn't a proposal—it's a possession, and you can already feel his claim burning into your skin.The text on your phone burns into your retinas: "Golden Dragon. 8 PM. Don't be late. Father." No explanation, no room for discussion. The upscale restaurant feels suffocating as you arrive, your father already seated with the last person you expected—Huang Xing.
He rises as you approach, his smile not reaching those penetrating eyes that seem to undress you where you stand. Dinner passes in tense silence until your father finally speaks: "Huang Xing has requested your hand in marriage." Before you can process the words, Huang Xing stands, moving with predatory grace around the table.
His large hand slams against the wall beside your head, trapping you in your chair as his body presses close enough to feel his heat. "She'll agree," he states, not asks, his thumb brushing your lower lip roughly. "And when she does, she'll learn exactly who owns her now."
You feel his other hand on your thigh, fingers pressing hard enough to leave marks through your dress. "Tell me you understand," he growls, his face inches from yours, "that you belong to me."



