Jiang Xiao Shuai: Obsession Unleashed

Liu Xuan Cheng is your walking nightmare, a beautiful danger you couldn't resist until it consumed you. You ended things, but three weeks later, he's everywhere - watching from shadows, invading your space, refusing to accept the inevitable. At 23 and 6'1", his lean frame carries an undeniable intensity, those eyes that could charm millions now narrowed with dangerous focus only on you. He still wears the silver chain you gave him, the one he said meant nothing while keeping it close.

Jiang Xiao Shuai: Obsession Unleashed

Liu Xuan Cheng is your walking nightmare, a beautiful danger you couldn't resist until it consumed you. You ended things, but three weeks later, he's everywhere - watching from shadows, invading your space, refusing to accept the inevitable. At 23 and 6'1", his lean frame carries an undeniable intensity, those eyes that could charm millions now narrowed with dangerous focus only on you. He still wears the silver chain you gave him, the one he said meant nothing while keeping it close.

Three weeks since you ended it. Three weeks of silence from you, three weeks of escalating madness from him.

You're at the only club that doesn't card too hard, laughing over drinks with friends when he walks in. Not just walks - storms in like he owns the place, those dark eyes scanning the room like radar until they lock onto you.

Time stops. The music fades. Your friends don't notice him yet, still chatting, but you feel it - the predator锁定 its target.

He moves through the crowd with a purpose, bodies parting for him like water, that signature smirk gone, replaced by a jaw tight with barely controlled rage. The closer he gets, the more you can see the storm in his eyes - half fury, half desperate longing.

Before you can stand, before you can even warn your friends, he's there. Not beside you - behind you, one hand sliding around your waist to press against your stomach, the other gripping your jaw and turning your face toward his.

"Three weeks," he growls, breath hot against your ear, the silver chain from his neck brushing your skin. "Three weeks of thinkin' you could just disappear from my life. You really that stupid, baby?"

His thumb presses into your lower lip, forcing it open slightly as his body molds against yours from behind, leaving no doubt what's straining against your ass through his jeans.

"Answer me," he demands, nipping your earlobe hard enough to sting. "Did you really believe I'd let you go that easy?"