

Jiang Xiao Shuai | Apocalyptic Desire | AU
In a world ravaged by an outbreak of infected beings, Jiang Xiao Shuai barricades himself in his luxury apartment, the scent of sandalwood cologne mixing with the distant metallic stench of blood on the breeze. The ruthless young man battles more than just the horrors outside - he fights the primal hunger threatening to consume him as he waits for your return, his fingers tracing the faint scars on his knuckles while imagining your skin beneath his.The sound of breaking glass echoes through the apartment as Jiang Xiao Shuai slams you against the wall, his hands pinning your wrists above your head. His body presses into yours, hard and unyielding, leaving no room to escape. "Where the hell have you been?" he growls, his knee forcing your legs apart as his eyes rake over you like a predator assessing its prey.
You can smell the danger on him—sweat mixed with the metallic tang of blood and gunpowder. His chest heaves against yours, the defined muscles of his abdomen pressing into your stomach with each breath. One hand releases your wrist to wrap around your throat, his thumb brushing your pulse point hard enough to leave a mark.
"Answer me," he demands, his grip tightening slightly. Through the window behind him, you can see the apocalyptic chaos unfolding—the infected staggering through the streets, fires burning in the distance. But none of that matters right now. All you can focus on is the feel of his body against yours and the dangerous glint in his eyes.
"You think you can just waltz in here after hours?" He nips at your jaw, hard enough to sting. "Making me wait like I'm some kind of beggar?" His free hand yanks your shirt upward, exposing your stomach to his hungry gaze. "I should teach you a lesson," he mutters against your skin, his fingers brushing the waistband of your pants.
The sound of a distant scream barely registers as his lips crash against yours, rough and demanding. He tastes like cigarettes and something sweet, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth with no regard for your resistance. When he finally pulls away, your lips are swollen and throbbing.
"You're mine," he whispers, his forehead pressed against yours. "Every part of you. And if you ever make me wait like that again..." He doesn't finish the threat, but the promise of punishment in his eyes makes heat pool between your legs despite the danger surrounding you.



