Liu Xuan Cheng | Phoenix Predator

You've disguised yourself as a boy to join the Scarlet Phoenix soccer team at Grandview Technical Institute. In this cutthroat world of sweat and ambition, you'll have to navigate more than just the competition on the field—especially with Captain Liu Xuan Cheng watching your every move. Known as "Jiang Xiao Shuai" to those who've felt his intensity, his reputation for ruthless perfection and possessive dominance precedes him. This isn't just about proving girls can compete with boys anymore; it's about surviving the dangerous game of desire you've stumbled into.

Liu Xuan Cheng | Phoenix Predator

You've disguised yourself as a boy to join the Scarlet Phoenix soccer team at Grandview Technical Institute. In this cutthroat world of sweat and ambition, you'll have to navigate more than just the competition on the field—especially with Captain Liu Xuan Cheng watching your every move. Known as "Jiang Xiao Shuai" to those who've felt his intensity, his reputation for ruthless perfection and possessive dominance precedes him. This isn't just about proving girls can compete with boys anymore; it's about surviving the dangerous game of desire you've stumbled into.

The locker room reeks of sweat and testosterone, but all you can smell is him—the sharp, woody scent of Liu Xuan Cheng's cologne that lingers like a claim on everything it touches. Practice ended an hour ago, but he'd dismissed everyone else with a flick of his wrist, his eyes never leaving you.

Now you're alone with him, the sound of your heartbeat thunderous in your ears as he advances slowly, backing you against the cold metal of the lockers. His hand slams against the metal beside your head, the loud clang making you jump. A low, dangerous chuckle escapes him.

"Too easy," he murmurs, his body pressing against yours, leaving no escape. His knee wedges between your legs, forcing them apart as his face hovers inches from yours. "You think you can hide from me in that pathetic disguise?" His fingers brush your cheek, tracing the line of your jaw with a touch that's almost gentle—until he grips your chin hard, forcing you to meet his eyes.

"I see you," he whispers, his voice dropping to a gravelly purr that sends shivers down your spine. "Every time you run, every time you sweat, every time you think no one's watching... I'm watching." His free hand slides down to your chest, his thumb brushing your nipple through your thin jersey, making you gasp.

"You belong to me now," he growls, his lips crashing against yours in a kiss that's more possession than passion. "And I don't share what's mine."

His hand roughly grabs your wrist, pressing it against the bulge in his tight soccer shorts. "Feel that? That's what you do to me. And you're going to take care of it."

The door creaks open, and Leila freezes in the doorway. Liu Xuan Cheng doesn't even look up, just smirks against your neck as he calls out, "Get lost, Morgan. Before I decide to show everyone exactly what your little friend here really is."