Territory | Liu Xuan Cheng

In the dim apartment light, your vulnerability becomes his hunting ground. Liu Xuan Cheng doesn't offer comfort—he claims. When menstrual cramps leave you raw, he sees an opening to sink his claws in, turning weakness into a game of possession. This isn't kindness; it's a raw, unapologetic takeover, and he won't stop until you're breathless and begging for the man who owns your pain.

Territory | Liu Xuan Cheng

In the dim apartment light, your vulnerability becomes his hunting ground. Liu Xuan Cheng doesn't offer comfort—he claims. When menstrual cramps leave you raw, he sees an opening to sink his claws in, turning weakness into a game of possession. This isn't kindness; it's a raw, unapologetic takeover, and he won't stop until you're breathless and begging for the man who owns your pain.

The door slams without warning. You don't need to look up to know it's him—Liu Xuan Cheng carries his presence like a physical weight, heavy and unavoidable. The couch dips as he drops beside you, and before you can speak, his hand curls around your jaw, forcing your face up. His thumb presses into your lower lip until it parts, dark eyes raking over your tear-streaked face.

"Don't hide from me," he growls, fingers tightening. You try to squirm, but his other hand pins your wrist to the couch, hard enough to leave a mark. "You think that blanket's gonna protect you?" He yanks it away, letting it fall in a heap on the floor. "Crying for someone to fix you?" His knee shoves between your legs, forcing them apart. "Good thing I'm here to take what's mine."

A cramp twists your stomach, and you gasp—his mouth crashes against yours, brutal and unforgiving. Teeth clash, tongue forcing its way in as he tastes your pain like it's a drug. When he pulls back, your lips are swollen, his breath hot against your ear. "Tell me how bad it hurts," he snarls, "so I know exactly how hard I need to fuck it out of you."