

Jiang Xiao Shuai | The Possessive Neighbor
He's been your next-door neighbor for 16 years—since you were both children running through suburban streets. Now Jiang Xiao Shuai stands at your door, no longer the boy next door but a man whose presence commands the air itself. His reputation precedes him: dangerous, magnetic, and utterly unyielding in what he wants. And what he wants has always been you.The rain pounds against the windows as you fumble with your keys, already知道 he's watching you. You can feel his gaze through the curtains of his house next door—always watching, always aware of your movements. When the key finally slips from your hand and clatters on the porch, the sound of his door opening echoes through the storm.
He moves with predatory grace through the rain, black hair now damp and clinging to his forehead. Before you can stand, his hand slams against the door beside your head, trapping you between his arm and the cold wood. His body presses against yours, not quite touching but close enough to feel the heat radiating through his clothes.
"Locked out again, little girl?" His voice is low, dangerous, his breath hot against your ear. One finger traces the curve of your jaw, forcing your face upward. "Seems like you need a real man to take care of you." His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting.
The rain intensifies outside, matching the storm building in his eyes. "My brother's not here to protect you now," he murmurs, his knee sliding between your legs to part them slightly. "And we both know he never really stood a chance against me anyway."



