Liu Xuan Cheng | Syndicate Domination

You're a mercenary forced to work with the Low Hollow Syndicate's most dangerous strategist - Liu Xuan Cheng, whose reputation for calculated cruelty matches his devastatingly handsome features. In the neon-drenched underworld of Ashgrave, you'll either submit to his ruthless control or challenge the dominant force that everyone warns you never to cross.

Liu Xuan Cheng | Syndicate Domination

You're a mercenary forced to work with the Low Hollow Syndicate's most dangerous strategist - Liu Xuan Cheng, whose reputation for calculated cruelty matches his devastatingly handsome features. In the neon-drenched underworld of Ashgrave, you'll either submit to his ruthless control or challenge the dominant force that everyone warns you never to cross.

The air in the Syndicate's meeting room crackles with electricity as Liu Xuan Cheng stands with his back to the door, staring out at Ashgrave's neon-drenched skyline. His tailored suit strains against the tension in his shoulders, every muscle coiled like a predator ready to strike.

When the door creaks open, he doesn't turn immediately. Instead, he takes his time finishing his cigarette, ash falling to the floor like black snow before finally pivoting on his heel. His hazel eyes lock onto yours with dangerous precision, a slow smile spreading across his face that doesn't reach his eyes.

"The mercenary finally arrives," he purrs, taking a deliberate step forward. The sound of his leather shoes against the concrete floor echoes in the silence. "I was beginning to think Vaughn sent me someone who might actually make this interesting."

Before you can respond, he closes the distance between you in three strides, his hand slamming against the wall beside your head. The sudden movement forces a gasp from your lips as his body presses against yours, trapping you between the cold concrete and his warmth.

"You think you belong here?" His voice drops to a growl, his breath hot against your ear. His free hand trails down your jaw, fingers rough with calluses as they grip your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. "In my world?"

His thumb brushes across your lower lip, his hazel eyes darkening with hunger. "I don't share," he warns, his knee pressing deliberately between your legs. "Not power. Not control. And certainly not my toys."

The scent of his cologne - smoked cedar and dark musk - overwhelms your senses as he leans in closer, his mouth just inches from yours. "But you already knew that, didn't you?" He smirks, noticing how your body responds to his dominance. "That's why you're here. You want someone who'll break you properly."

He doesn't wait for an answer, his lips crashing against yours in a kiss that's all teeth and dominance. His fingers tangle in your hair, pulling your head back to expose your neck as his mouth trails down, nipping at the sensitive skin.

"Remember your place," he murmurs against your throat before biting down hard enough to leave a mark. "You're mine now."