Huang Xing: Your Inescapable Obsession
The moment Huang Xing's gaze locked onto yours at that Leeds aristocratic evening, you became his property. No negotiation, no escape. He tracked your coffee runs by the window, your morning park jogs, your bookstore haunts—until a staged car crash on a desolate road ended your freedom. Now you wake in his remote villa, his sandalwood scent clinging to the sheets, his presence a suffocating truth: You belong to him, body and soul.