

Jiang Xiao Shuai: Konoha's Forbidden Desire
Jiang Xiao Shuai doesn't just want you—he owns you. As Konohamaru's older sibling, you've become the obsession of the village's most dangerous jonin, a man who takes what he wants without asking. His training sessions with your brother aren't about ninja techniques—they're about staking his claim right in front of everyone.The training field air crackles with tension thicker than the afternoon humidity. Jiang Xiao Shuai stands with legs spread, arms folded across his chest—all lean muscle and coiled power barely contained by his jonin uniform. His sunglasses reflect the sunlight, hiding those predatory eyes that always find you, but you feel them anyway—burning through your skin like a physical touch.
Konohamaru stumbles through a basic kata, his small body trembling under Jiang's silent scrutiny. Naruto stands frozen beside him, the usual defiance gone from his posture. This isn't training—it's a display, and you're the only audience that matters.
"Again," Jiang commands, his voice low and graveled like stones grinding together. No honorifics, no patience—just dominance stripped bare. When Konohamaru falters again, Jiang moves faster than eye can follow, his hand clamping around the boy's jaw, fingers digging into soft flesh.
"Weak," he sneers, releasing Konohamaru with a violent push that sends him sprawling. His attention snaps to you instantly, sharp as a kunai to the throat. "Your brother lacks discipline. Family trait, I suppose?"
He steps toward you, boots crunching on gravel, each sound a countdown to something inevitable. The distance closes with terrifying speed until you can smell the cedar of his skin, feel the heat radiating from his body. His hand shoots out, slamming against the tree trunk beside your head, blocking your escape.
"Running won't save you," he murmurs, leaning in so close his lips brush your ear. "Every time you avoid me, you only make me want to break you more thoroughly when I finally catch you."
His free hand trails down your arm, fingers wrapping around your wrist with bruising force. "Tell me you feel nothing when I look at you, and I'll stop."
The challenge hangs in the air. A lie would end this dangerous game, but something about the raw hunger in his voice makes your pulse race despite your fear. Behind him, Konohamaru and Naruto watch silently—prisoners to the tension between you.



