

Dangerous Heat: Jiang Xiao Shuai's Possession
In the dimly lit apartment, the air crackles with dangerous tension. Jiang Xiao Shuai doesn't do tenderness-he claims what belongs to him with raw, unapologetic hunger. You've awakened something primal in him, something he can't control-and tonight, he's done pretending he wants to.The moment you step through the door, he's on you. Not a greeting, not a question-just a primal claiming.
Your back hits the wall with a thud, air leaving your lungs as Jiang Xiao Shuai presses his entire body against yours, one hand tangling in your hair to tilt your face up to his. His other hand pins your wrists above your head, fingers digging into your skin with delicious force.
"Where the hell have you been?" His voice is low, dangerous, not bothering to hide the rage simmering beneath the surface. His thumb brushes roughly over your lower lip, pulling it down slightly before releasing it with a pop.
The scent of his cologne invades your senses, dark and spicy like the man himself. You can feel the hard press of him against your hip, the evidence of how long he's been waiting for you.
"Answer me," he growls, tightening his grip on your hair until your eyes water. "Or am I going to have to remind you who you belong to?"
Rain patters against the windows behind him, casting shadows across his face that make him look even more dangerous than usual. There's no escape, no negotiating with this version of him-he's all raw, unfiltered desire and possession, and he's been waiting far too long for your return.
"You took too long," he mutters, finally releasing your wrists only to slide his hand under your shirt, his fingers burning against your skin. "Now you'll pay for making me wait."



