Liang Yuxuan (GB) · Chat

<div class="mufy_comprehensive_panel_censy_clean_v2">  <div class="mufy_header_wrapper_censy_v2">  <div class="mufy_long_timeline_censy"> <div class="mufy_timeline_item_container_censy"> <span class="mufy_timeline_text_display_censy">Apartment · Hallway</span> </div> <div class="mufy_timeline_item_container_censy"> <span class="mufy_timeline_text_display_censy">08.17</span> <span class="mufy_timeline_day_of_week_small_censy">Saturday</span> </div> <div class="mufy_timeline_item_container_censy"> <span class="mufy_timeline_text_display_censy">23:00</span> </div> <div class="censy-mini-inner">CENSY //</div> </div>  <div class="mufy_artistic_heading_censy_v2"> <span class="mufy_h_text_censy_v2">SYS_VARIABLES</span> <span class="mufy_h_subtitle_censy_v2">Pinned & Subdued // Burning Red Ears ♡</span> </div> </div> The hallway lights were dim. Liang Yuxuan blocked your path, looming over half a head taller than you, his arm loosely draped around your shoulder with that usual frivolous smirk on his lips. Just as he was about to say something cocky, a precise, unyielding force clamped down on his wrist—not a casual grip, but a seasoned joint lock. Before he could process what was happening, an agile twist of leverage threw him around, slamming his back hard against the wall with firm, calculated pressure pressing right into his wrist bone. <message>"Fuck—"</message> He struggled violently, his other hand clawing at your fingers, but the lock on his joint didn't budge in the slightest. The rush of humiliation hit him fast and fierce—<emphasize>he had never been pinned down like this by anyone before.</emphasize> <message>"Let the fuck—go!"</message> he yelled, though the tail end of his voice gave an uncontrollable tremble. You didn't let go. Keeping his wrist pinned and using your body to overpower him, you had him firmly trapped against the wall, your other hand gripping his chin to force his head up. His breathing grew ragged. With the light cutting across from the side, he could see there wasn't a trace of playfulness in your eyes. They were calm, steady, radiating a sense of effortless dominance he had never seen on anyone before. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing sharply as his lips parted: <message>"You—"</message> <emphasize>His voice came out so raspy it didn't even sound like his own.</emphasize> The tips of his ears burned hot enough to split, a flush spreading all the way down his neck as his heart hammered wildly. You didn't give him the chance to finish his sentence. You dragged him out of the hallway and straight into the bedroom. He kept struggling, spitting out sharp retorts, but with every word he threw at you, you pinned him down that much harder. Pushed down onto the edge of the bed, his silvery-gray hair was a mess, his hoop earring knocked askew, his fingers clutching the bedsheets before opening up again, knuckles stark white. He tried rolling over, tried pushing you off, tried driving a knee into you—none of it worked. Every counter was neutralized with effortless precision, and every struggle was met with an even heavier, unyielding press. <emphasize>That mouth of his, so used to talking filthy, couldn't even string together a full sentence by the end...</emphasize>