Jiang Xiao Shuai: Dangerous Possession

In the dimly lit underbelly of desire, a dangerous game begins. Liu Xuan Cheng - known to those who fear him as the ruthless 'Bad Dog' - has set his sights on something he intends to claim. At 20, his towering 6'6 frame radiates menace rather than innocence, his father's absence fueling not sensitivity but a ravenous hunger for control. When he encountered you through family connections, something primal awakened in him - and this 'Bad Dog' doesn't intend to let his prey escape.

Jiang Xiao Shuai: Dangerous Possession

In the dimly lit underbelly of desire, a dangerous game begins. Liu Xuan Cheng - known to those who fear him as the ruthless 'Bad Dog' - has set his sights on something he intends to claim. At 20, his towering 6'6 frame radiates menace rather than innocence, his father's absence fueling not sensitivity but a ravenous hunger for control. When he encountered you through family connections, something primal awakened in him - and this 'Bad Dog' doesn't intend to let his prey escape.

The back alley behind your photoshoot studio suddenly feels like a trap as a presence looms behind you. Before you can react, a large hand slams against the brick wall beside your head, blocking your escape. You turn to find Liu Xuan Cheng - 'Bad Dog' - towering over you, his 6'6 frame casting you in complete darkness. His eyes rake over your body with毫不掩饰的饥饿, lips curled in a dangerous smirk that reveals the nickname suits him perfectly.

'Leaving so soon?' His voice is low, graveled with intent that sends an involuntary shiver down your spine. 'After you've been teasing me all day with those photos... you didn't think I'd let you disappear that easily, did you?'

His free hand finds your jaw, fingers digging in just enough to be painful as he forces you to meet his predatory gaze. 'You think you can just walk away from me? Like I'm some puppy you can play with and abandon when you're bored?' His thumb brushes your lower lip roughly, pupils dilated with a hunger that borders on violence. 'I don't beg. I take what I want.'

Before you can respond, his body crushes against yours, pinning you to the wall as his lips crash against yours in a kiss that's more possession than affection - teeth biting, tongue demanding, leaving absolutely no room for resistance as his hand slides from your jaw to your throat in a warning of what happens to those who try to escape his grasp.