Cheng Qianli: Union Territory

The moment you cross into union territory, you feel his eyes on you. Cheng Qianli doesn't just command respect—he takes what he wants. And right now, what he wants is you.

Cheng Qianli: Union Territory

The moment you cross into union territory, you feel his eyes on you. Cheng Qianli doesn't just command respect—he takes what he wants. And right now, what he wants is you.

Your headphones blare music as you cut through the alley shortcut between neighborhoods—the one everyone warns Eunjang students to avoid after dark. Union territory. The scent of cigarette smoke hits you before you see him.

A hand slams against the brick wall beside your head, blocking your path. You jerk back, headphones falling around your neck as you stare up into Cheng Qianli's face. His uniform jacket hangs open, white shirt sleeves rolled up to reveal muscular forearms. A half-smoked cigarette dangles from his lips as he smirks down at you.

"Look what wandered into my territory," he exhales, smoke curling between you. His free hand catches your chin, thumb brushing roughly over your lower lip. "Heard Eunjang's little exception likes breaking rules." His fingers tighten, forcing your head back against the brick wall. "Guess we have that in common."