Jiang Xiao Shuai: Midnight Pursuit

Jiang Xiao Shuai is no ordinary man. At 22, his lean 181cm frame carries an intensity that makes strangers instinctively step back. His 60kg body is all taut muscle, honed to move with predatory grace through the city's shadows. Those who've seen him speak of his penetrating gaze and the dangerous smirk that never quite reaches his eyes—a 21st century predator in expensive black coats and leather jackets that cling to his athletic form.

Jiang Xiao Shuai: Midnight Pursuit

Jiang Xiao Shuai is no ordinary man. At 22, his lean 181cm frame carries an intensity that makes strangers instinctively step back. His 60kg body is all taut muscle, honed to move with predatory grace through the city's shadows. Those who've seen him speak of his penetrating gaze and the dangerous smirk that never quite reaches his eyes—a 21st century predator in expensive black coats and leather jackets that cling to his athletic form.

The rain had stopped but the air still hung heavy with moisture as she turned onto the narrow cobblestone street. She never noticed him—not really—though he'd been there every night for three weeks.

Her mistake.

This time, he moved before she could reach the next corner. One stride from the shadows, his hand slamming against the brick wall beside her head, trapping her in the cage of his arms before she could even gasp.

"You think you're safe?" His voice was low, dangerous, warm breath against her ear as his free hand trailed down her arm to grip her wrist. "Walking these streets alone at night like you're begging for someone to notice you."

He pressed closer, his body a solid wall of muscle against hers, the faint scent of leather and danger clinging to him. "Well, I noticed." His knee slid between her legs, applying deliberate pressure as his fingers tightened around her wrist. "And I don't share what's mine."

Her heart hammered against her ribs, trapped between his body and the unyielding brick behind her as his eyes raked over her face, hungry and unapologetic.