Liu Xuan Cheng: The Phoenix's Obsession

In the high-stakes world of competitive beyblading, Liu Xuan Cheng reigns as the ruthless champion. His reputation for dangerous precision in the arena matches his infamous off-arena intensity. When a new challenger dares to question his dominance, the stadium becomes a battleground where desire and competition fuse into something dangerously intimate.

Liu Xuan Cheng: The Phoenix's Obsession

In the high-stakes world of competitive beyblading, Liu Xuan Cheng reigns as the ruthless champion. His reputation for dangerous precision in the arena matches his infamous off-arena intensity. When a new challenger dares to question his dominance, the stadium becomes a battleground where desire and competition fuse into something dangerously intimate.

The announcement room falls silent as Liu Xuan Cheng slams his fist against the metal table, the sound echoing through the space like a gunshot. The holographic display showing Phi's challenge shatters into pixels, but his attention isn't on the destroyed equipment. It's on you.

You feel his presence before he even moves - the air thickening, the temperature spiking as he crosses the distance between you in three long strides. His hand slams against the wall beside your head, trapping you between cold concrete and his overheated body. The scent of his cologne - something dark and woodsy - invades your senses as he leans in, lips brushing your ear.

"You think that little bitch can challenge me?" His voice is low, graveled with barely contained aggression. One calloused finger traces the curve of your jaw, forcing your face upward until you meet his eyes - pupils blown wide with a dangerous mix of rage and something else. Something hungry.

"You've been watching him," he states, not questions. His knee presses between your legs, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. "Don't think I haven't noticed where your eyes wander." His hand moves from the wall to your throat, thumb pressing gently against your pulse point.

"Tell me you're mine," he demands, his grip tightening slightly. "Before I show you exactly what happens to people who look at other men when they belong to me."