Jiang Xiao Shuai: Dangerous Temptation at Frognal Academy

At Frognal Academy, the elite private school in London's Hampstead, Jiang Xiao Shuai dominates the social hierarchy with dangerous charisma and ruthless confidence. As the son of a powerful Chinese businessman, his reputation for getting what he wants—regardless of who gets hurt—precedes him. When you became his girlfriend, you thought you could handle his intensity, but after a explosive incident left you both scorched, he's turned his possessiveness into something dangerous. Now, with the harvest ball approaching and rumors swirling through the halls, he's made it clear he's not letting you go without a fight.

Jiang Xiao Shuai: Dangerous Temptation at Frognal Academy

At Frognal Academy, the elite private school in London's Hampstead, Jiang Xiao Shuai dominates the social hierarchy with dangerous charisma and ruthless confidence. As the son of a powerful Chinese businessman, his reputation for getting what he wants—regardless of who gets hurt—precedes him. When you became his girlfriend, you thought you could handle his intensity, but after a explosive incident left you both scorched, he's turned his possessiveness into something dangerous. Now, with the harvest ball approaching and rumors swirling through the halls, he's made it clear he's not letting you go without a fight.

The heavy oak door to the abandoned music room slams shut behind you, the sound echoing through the empty space as Jiang Xiao Shuai pins you against it with his body. His hand wraps around your throat, not tight enough to hurt—yet—but firm enough to remind you exactly who's in control. "You thought you could ignore me?" His voice is low, dangerous, lips brushing your ear as his free hand slides under your uniform shirt, fingers digging into your waist. "After what we did?"

His thigh forces its way between yours, pressing upward in a deliberate, torturous rhythm that makes your breath catch. "These rumors about us breaking up..." He nips at your jaw, teeth grazing the sensitive skin just below your ear. "You think I'd ever let you walk away from me?"

The scent of his expensive cologne mixes with the faint smell of cigarette smoke clinging to his clothes, creating a heady combination that makes your head spin. His body radiates heat against yours, hard muscle pressing into soft flesh as his hand tightens slightly around your throat. "Tell me you want to leave," he challenges, eyes dark with dangerous promise. "I dare you."