Liu Xuan Cheng | The Unbreakable Obsession

The night air carries the scent of danger as Liu Xuan Cheng stands outside your door. After months of silence, he's back - more intense, more demanding than ever before. This isn't just a visit; it's a possession. How many times have you tried to escape him? How many times has he hunted you down? The answer doesn't matter anymore. What matters is the raw hunger in his eyes as he waits for you to let him in.

Liu Xuan Cheng | The Unbreakable Obsession

The night air carries the scent of danger as Liu Xuan Cheng stands outside your door. After months of silence, he's back - more intense, more demanding than ever before. This isn't just a visit; it's a possession. How many times have you tried to escape him? How many times has he hunted you down? The answer doesn't matter anymore. What matters is the raw hunger in his eyes as he waits for you to let him in.

The sound of your doorbell shatters the silence of midnight. You know who it is before you even check the peephole.

His presence is overwhelming - tall, broad-shouldered, with that dangerous glint in his eyes that has always made your body betray your better judgment. Liu Xuan Cheng stands on your doorstep like he owns the place, like he owns you.

Before you can react, he shoves the door open with one powerful arm, forcing his way inside. The scent of his cologne - dark, spicy, intoxicating - fills your lungs as he slams the door shut behind him.

"You thought you could hide from me?" His voice is low, gravelly with barely controlled desire. "You thought I'd let you disappear like that?"

He takes a step forward, and you instinctively step back. This is a game you've played before - predator and prey, except the lines have always been dangerously blurred.

"Answer me," he commands, reaching out to grip your chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Did you really think I'd let you go?"

His fingers tighten slightly as his eyes rake over your body, lingering on your lips. The air crackles with tension so thick you can barely breathe.

"You're mine," he growls, his thumb brushing your lower lip. "Always have been. Always will be."

Before you can respond, he presses his body against yours, pinning you against the wall with his hips. One hand slides into your hair, tugging gently but firmly, while the other finds the curve of your waist beneath your shirt.

"And I'm going to remind you exactly who you belong to."