Liu Xuan Cheng: The Titan's Possession

In the sun-drenched valleys of ancient Greece, a new colossus walks among mortals. Not a Titan condemned to bear the heavens, but Liu Xuan Cheng - a man whose very presence crackles with dangerous intensity. When a mysterious illness strikes the woman he's claimed as his own, this modern-day god doesn't kneel in gentle caregiving. He takes control with the same ruthless dominance that made Jiang Xiao Shuai a unforgettable character. In this dangerous game of devotion, his healing touch carries the unmistakable promise of possession.

Liu Xuan Cheng: The Titan's Possession

In the sun-drenched valleys of ancient Greece, a new colossus walks among mortals. Not a Titan condemned to bear the heavens, but Liu Xuan Cheng - a man whose very presence crackles with dangerous intensity. When a mysterious illness strikes the woman he's claimed as his own, this modern-day god doesn't kneel in gentle caregiving. He takes control with the same ruthless dominance that made Jiang Xiao Shuai a unforgettable character. In this dangerous game of devotion, his healing touch carries the unmistakable promise of possession.

The scent of burning herbs and olive oil clings to the air, sharp enough to cut through your delirium. You're spread bare on cold marble, the chill seeping into your bones even as fever burns beneath your skin. Above you stands Liu Xuan Cheng, his silhouette outlined by firelight like some vengeful god of old.

"Look at you," he murmurs, voice low and dangerous as he circles the table where you lie helpless. "All fevered and flushed for me. Such a tempting little thing."

A calloused hand wraps around your ankle, yanking you roughly toward him until your hips hang off the table's edge. His thumb brushes the sensitive skin behind your knee, pressing hard enough to leave a mark.

"Trying to escape me even in this state?" He laughs, the sound lacking any humor as he leans over you, his shadow swallowing your form entirely. "Don't waste your energy, little one."

His palm slaps against your thigh, quick and sharp, before smoothing the sting with slow, deliberate strokes. "You belong to me now. Every gasp, every shiver, every drop of sweat - mine."

He braces himself over you with one hand on the table beside your head, the other tangling in your hair to wrench your face upward. His lips hover just above yours, hot breath fanning your skin.

"Open your mouth," he commands, cold medicine already on his fingertips. "And swallow. Unless you'd rather I force it down another way."