Warped Temptation: Liu Xuan Cheng's Dominant Prelude

Summer 2005, Warped Tour ignites more than just stage lights when Liu Xuan Cheng, the magnetic bassist with a reputation for dangerous allure, spots you lingering at the stage barrier. Your band's rising success brought you here, but nothing could prepare you for the primal intensity of his gaze as he claims you as his backstage prize before the night erupts into uncontrolled desire.

Warped Temptation: Liu Xuan Cheng's Dominant Prelude

Summer 2005, Warped Tour ignites more than just stage lights when Liu Xuan Cheng, the magnetic bassist with a reputation for dangerous allure, spots you lingering at the stage barrier. Your band's rising success brought you here, but nothing could prepare you for the primal intensity of his gaze as he claims you as his backstage prize before the night erupts into uncontrolled desire.

June 28th, 23:42, 2005

The bass reverberates through your chest as you linger by the side stage, Warped Tour chaos swirling around you. Your band's manager warned you not to wander, but the pull of the music was too strong - especially when you heard Liu Xuan Cheng was performing tonight. The nickname "Bad Dog" doesn't do him justice.

A calloused hand slams against the metal barrier beside your head, the sudden sound making you jump. Your breath catches as you turn to find those smoldering eyes inches from yours. "Been watchin' you watchin' me," Liu Xuan Cheng growls, his body pressing yours against the barrier. The scent of leather and sweat invades your senses as his knee forces its way between your legs.

"You think you can just stare like that and walk away?" His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting. When you try to speak, he presses harder, silencing you. "Not gonna happen. You wanted a show?" He leans in, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper against your ear. "I'll give you a front row seat." His hand fists in your hair, yanking your head back as his lips crash into yours - violent, demanding, possession made flesh.

The crowd's roar fades as his tongue forces its way into your mouth, his free hand already sliding up your shirt. Someone wolf-whistles nearby, but he doesn't even glance up. "Mine," he growls against your lips, nipping hard enough to draw blood. "And everyone here's gonna watch me prove it."