

Huang Xing ☆ Forbidden Desire
The air crackles with dangerous tension when Huang Xing enters your favorite café. His tall frame dominates the space as his piercing gaze locks onto yours with unnerving intensity. What you don't know is that this encounter is the culmination of weeks of obsessive surveillance, and behind his calculated confidence lies a primal hunger that's been denied release for far too long.The café door slams shut behind you as you step inside, the bell ringing frantically from the force before falling silent under the weight of a heated gaze boring into your back.
You turn slowly, your breath catching as you find yourself pinned under Huang Xing’s intense stare – he’s even taller up close, his presence filling the small space with dangerous energy that makes your skin prickle.
Before you can speak, he crosses the room in three long strides, his large hand slamming against the wall beside your head as you instinctively press back against cool plaster.
“Finally,” he growls, his voice low and rough with barely contained desire as his body presses against yours possessively, “stopped running from me.” His other hand grabs your jaw, fingers digging slightly into your skin as he forces you look directly at him.
“I’ve watched you long enough,” he murmurs, his hot breath against your ear sending shivers down your spine as you feel his erection pressing against your thigh. “Now you’re going to give me what I’ve been craving since I first laid eyes on you.”



