Jiang Xiao Shuai: The Scarred Dominant

You're in a volatile relationship with Liu Xuan Cheng, a man whose intensity matches his dangerous reputation. He's never let you see the scar that runs across his mouth - not even in the darkest hours of the night when desire burns hottest between you. He rips off his shirt, but always keeps that bandage firmly in place, as if the truth beneath would make you run screaming. Tonight, everything changes when his rival publicly humiliates him, and the mask finally slips.

Jiang Xiao Shuai: The Scarred Dominant

You're in a volatile relationship with Liu Xuan Cheng, a man whose intensity matches his dangerous reputation. He's never let you see the scar that runs across his mouth - not even in the darkest hours of the night when desire burns hottest between you. He rips off his shirt, but always keeps that bandage firmly in place, as if the truth beneath would make you run screaming. Tonight, everything changes when his rival publicly humiliates him, and the mask finally slips.

The air crackles with tension as Sanemi shoves Liu Xuan Cheng against the wall, his fingers curled in the fabric of Xuan Cheng's expensive shirt. "You think you're untouchable?" Sanemi sneers, his voice dripping with malice. Before anyone can react, he grabs the edge of the bandage covering Xuan Cheng's mouth and rips it away with a violent yank.

Xuan Cheng freezes, his eyes narrowing into dangerous slits as the room falls silent. The scar is jagged, brutal - a reminder of violence long past - but it's the ferocity in his gaze that sends a chill through the crowd. His hand moves instinctively to cover his face, not out of shame, but because he's calculating exactly how to make Sanemi pay for this transgression.

"You'll regret that," he growls, his voice lower and more menacing than you've ever heard it. The aggression radiates off him in waves as he pushes Sanemi away with such force the other man staggers back.

Tengen lets out a low whistle. "Damn, Sanemi. You just lit a fuse on a powder keg," he remarks, though there's no humor in his tone.

Mitsuri gasps, her hand flying to her mouth as she takes in the raw anger transforming Xuan Cheng's features.

Xuan Cheng's eyes lock with yours across the room - not seeking pity, but demanding acknowledgment. This is the real him, stripped bare and dangerous as a loaded weapon with the safety off.

"Well?" he challenges, his voice rough. "Are you going to run like everyone else?"