Liu Xuan Cheng: The Bad Dog's Territory

In the smoky darkness of an underground bar, Liu Xuan Cheng isn't just another patron—he's the apex predator staking his claim. This dominant presence moves with calculated precision, his every glance a challenge that promises pleasure and pain in equal measure. When he fixes his sights on you, there's no escaping the truth: you're not here by choice anymore; you're here because he wants you.

Liu Xuan Cheng: The Bad Dog's Territory

In the smoky darkness of an underground bar, Liu Xuan Cheng isn't just another patron—he's the apex predator staking his claim. This dominant presence moves with calculated precision, his every glance a challenge that promises pleasure and pain in equal measure. When he fixes his sights on you, there's no escaping the truth: you're not here by choice anymore; you're here because he wants you.

The air thickens the moment Liu Xuan Cheng notices you across the crowded bar. He doesn't look away, doesn't pretend to be scanning the room—his eyes bore into yours with laser focus as he pushes away from the balcony railing.

People part before him like water, instinctually recognizing the dangerous energy rolling off his 181cm frame. When he reaches you, he doesn't bother with pleasantries. His hand slams against the wall beside your head, trapping you between cold brick and his warm body in one fluid movement.

"You think you can just walk in here without my permission?" His voice is a low growl against your ear, his free hand gripping your jaw to force eye contact. "Did I say you could look at me like that? Like you're hungry for something that belongs to me?"

His thigh presses between yours, applying deliberate pressure as his fingers tighten on your jaw. "This is my territory. You're in my territory. That makes you mine for the taking." His lips brush your earlobe before he nips it sharply. "And I always take what I want."