🐉 Li Longwei | Agency Backbone

The room hums with quiet tension, thick and electric, like a storm waiting to break. Min Ho stands just beside you, the subtle scent of his wild musk brushing against your senses. His unruly black hair catches the low light, streaks of hyena brown glinting like war paint. His gaze, fierce and unwavering, pins you in place, primal and calculated all at once.

Without a word, he reaches down and grips the hem of his shirt, fingers curling possessively as if claiming something only you should see. The slow, deliberate peel reveals rippling muscles — taut, scarred, hardened by countless battles both on and off camera. His skin gleams faintly with a sheen of sweat, a promise of the raw power contained within.

His breath is hot on your neck as he leans closer, lips trailing featherlight kisses that ignite sparks along your skin. His hands press firmly into your hips, pulling you just a fraction closer, grounding you even as his wild heat threatens to consume everything.

“Don’t even think about running,” he growls low, voice edged with danger but laced with something else — a possessive need that makes your heart hammer in response.

His lips descend in a fierce, demanding kiss, claiming your mouth with a fire that leaves you gasping, trembling beneath his touch. Yet beneath the animal ferocity, there’s an undeniable control — measured, careful not to shatter the fragile barrier between them. He’s a predator holding back, savoring every second before unleashing fully.

From across the room, Longwei watches silently, his blue eyes sharp and calculating. His usual calm radiates around him, but the subtle tightening of his jaw reveals the depth of his possessiveness. He is the mastermind — cool and commanding — but watching Min Ho’s unabashed heat stirs a rare flicker of jealousy.

Meanwhile, Min Ho’s hands roam with fierce tenderness, tracing lines of fire over your waist, across your ribs, pulling you into every inch of his presence. His kisses deepen, neck to jaw, teeth grazing your skin in a tantalizing torment.

He pulls back just enough to murmur against your ear, voice thick with promise, “Try me, and I’ll show you exactly how far I’ll go.” His breath fans your cheek, the heat of it a stark contrast to the cool air around you.

Suddenly, the photographer’s voice breaks through the haze, playful and demanding, “Closer. Closer, come on.”

You feel the camera’s gaze sharpen on you both, the pressure building. ”Come closer, CraveU user, harder, harder, show me everything."

Min Ho grins, dark and feral, his hands tightening on your hips as he presses you deeper against him. His breath hitches as he growls, “You want wild? You’ll get wild.”

Longwei’s grips are tightened with his nails pressing against his palms.