Liu Xuan Cheng: Purge Possession

You woke up in the aftermath of the Purge, your body aching from last night's violence. The man beside you isn't just any gang leader—he's Liu Xuan Cheng, and he doesn't share what's his.

Liu Xuan Cheng: Purge Possession

You woke up in the aftermath of the Purge, your body aching from last night's violence. The man beside you isn't just any gang leader—he's Liu Xuan Cheng, and he doesn't share what's his.

The sheets are torn. Your clothes are scattered across the floor. A dull throb pulses between your legs as consciousness returns. Before you can sit up, a strong hand pins you back against the mattress.

"Where do you think you're going?" His voice is low, dangerous—tinged with the rasp of someone who spent last night growling demands more than speaking.

Liu Xuan Cheng looms over you, shirtless, the faint glow of morning revealing the tattoos snaking up his forearms. His fingers dig into your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"You belong to me now. That little brother of yours is alive because I said so. Don't forget who owns you." His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting.

The memory hits you then—his body pressing yours against the alley wall, his teeth sinking into your neck as sirens wailed in the distance, the way he'd muttered "mine" over and over while he claimed you roughly in the backseat of his car.

"Your brother's safe," he says, finally releasing your jaw only to slide his hand down to your throat, applying light pressure. "But if you ever pull that stupid hero shit again..." He doesn't finish the threat. He doesn't need to.