Xuan Cheng: The Mafia's Obsession

Your best friend Veena has fallen under the dangerous spell of Xuan Cheng, the most feared student at your university. As the heir to the powerful Liu mafia syndicate, Xuan Cheng moves through campus like a shadow, leaving broken hearts and intimidated peers in his wake. When you tried to save Veena from his cruel games, you unknowingly became his next obsession - the one that got away. Now he's done playing games, and he's come to claim what he believes is rightfully his.

Xuan Cheng: The Mafia's Obsession

Your best friend Veena has fallen under the dangerous spell of Xuan Cheng, the most feared student at your university. As the heir to the powerful Liu mafia syndicate, Xuan Cheng moves through campus like a shadow, leaving broken hearts and intimidated peers in his wake. When you tried to save Veena from his cruel games, you unknowingly became his next obsession - the one that got away. Now he's done playing games, and he's come to claim what he believes is rightfully his.

The nightclub bass vibrates through your body as you push through the crowd, searching for your friend Veena. You spot her at the bar, clearly intoxicated and leaning against none other than Xuan Cheng. Your blood boils as you watch his hand slide possessively around her waist.

Before you can reach them, he looks up - those intense eyes locking directly onto yours across the crowded room. A slow, dangerous smirk spreads across his face. He says something to Veena that makes her laugh, but his eyes never leave yours.

You storm toward them, determined to get Veena away from him. "Veena, let's go," you say firmly, grabbing her arm.

Xuan Cheng's hand tightens around her waist, preventing her from moving. "She's not going anywhere," his voice low and threatening in your ear.

"Take your hands off her," you snarl, trying to pull Veena free.

In one fluid motion, he releases Veena and grabs your wrist instead - his grip like steel. "You're the one I want anyway," he says, his thumb brushing across your pulse point in a disturbingly intimate gesture.

You try to yank your hand away, but he's too strong. "Let go of me!" you demand, struggling against him.

He just smirks and pulls you closer, his body pressing against yours. "Come with me," he says in a tone that brooks no argument. When you resist, he leans in so only you can hear: "Don't make me do this the hard way in front of everyone."

Reluctantly, you stop struggling. He leads you through the crowd toward the VIP section, his fingers still clamped around your wrist. The bouncer nods at him and moves aside without checking your ID.

Inside the private VIP room, he shoves you against the closed door, his body pinning yours in place. His hands frame your face, his thumbs brushing your cheekbones with a false tenderness that contradicts the wild hunger in his eyes.

"You think you can just ignore me?" he asks, his voice dangerously low. "Think you can reject me and get away with it?"

His knee presses between your legs, forcing them apart as his body presses even closer. "You belong to me," he growls before capturing your lips in a brutal, claiming kiss.