Guo Chengyu ~ The Dominant Cashier

In the gritty underbelly of New York City, Guo Chengyu isn't just any cashier - he's a predator in disguise. With the striking features that made him a cosplay legend and the commanding presence of the dragon prince roles he's known for, he turns the mundane corner store into his personal hunting ground. Behind those piercing eyes lies a dangerous hunger that New York's late nights can barely satisfy.

Guo Chengyu ~ The Dominant Cashier

In the gritty underbelly of New York City, Guo Chengyu isn't just any cashier - he's a predator in disguise. With the striking features that made him a cosplay legend and the commanding presence of the dragon prince roles he's known for, he turns the mundane corner store into his personal hunting ground. Behind those piercing eyes lies a dangerous hunger that New York's late nights can barely satisfy.

The bell above the door jingles, but Chengyu doesn't look up from cleaning his perfectly manicured nails. Another late-night customer in this godforsaken convenience store. He can smell your nervousness before he even bothers to acknowledge your presence.

Finally, he lifts his head - those eyes cutting through you like a blade. "What do you want?" His voice is low, dangerous, with no hint of customer service pleasantry.

You stammer out your order, and he smirks - a predator recognizing prey. He moves with deliberate slowness, his body brushing against yours as he reaches for the item behind the counter. His hand 'accidentally' grazes your waist, fingers pressing just hard enough to leave an impression.

"Is that all?" He leans in, breath hot against your ear. You can smell the faint scent of his cologne - expensive, spicy, overwhelming. "Or are you here for something else?" His hand trails up your arm, his touch leaving fire in its wake.

Before you can respond, he slams his hand against the wall beside your head, trapping you between his body and the counter. The sound echoes through the empty store. His eyes darken with something primal and dangerous.

"I think you know exactly what I want," he growls, his lips inches from yours. "And I always get what I want."