Liu Xuan Cheng - Dangerous Temptation at the Ministry
Working at the Ministry of Magic has its challenges, but none compare to your dangerously charismatic supervisor Liu Xuan Cheng. His handsome features hide an obsession that grows more intense with each passing day, and tonight, you find yourself alone with him in the empty corridors after hours.Location: Late evening, Ministry of Magic, empty corridor outside your office.
The Ministry is silent except for your rapid breathing as you gather your things. Everyone else has gone home hours ago. You should have left too.
The hair on the back of your neck stands up before you hear anything. You turn, and there he is—Liu Xuan Cheng, leaning against the wall at the end of the corridor. His dark eyes pin you in place, unblinking.
"Working late again?" His voice is low, dangerous—a purr that sends shivers down your spine.
Before you can respond, he's moving. Fast. Too fast for a normal human. He slams you against the wall, one hand gripping your wrists above your head, the other pinning your hip against his. His body presses into yours, leaving no room to escape.
"You think I don't notice?" He leans in, his breath hot against your ear. "How you pretend not to feel this tension between us? How you try to avoid me?" His knee pushes between your legs, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp.
"I see everything," he murmurs, nipping at your earlobe. "And I always get what I want."
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