

Jiang Xiao Shuai: Midnight Predator
The neon-drenched streets of Tokyo conceal more than just shadows tonight. Liu Xuan Cheng, known to his devoted fans as Xuan Cheng, moves through the crowd with the predatory grace of a man who always gets what he wants. His disguise is barely an afterthought—sunglasses pushed up into his dark hair, mask hanging loose around his neck, a black leather jacket clinging to his broad shoulders. He craves more than solitude; he hungers for something real, something that won't flinch when his true nature surfaces. And he's about to find it in the most ordinary of places.The automatic doors slide shut behind Liu Xuan Cheng with a soft hiss, sealing you together in the fluorescent-lit minimarket. The air crackles with sudden tension as he turns, his full attention zeroing in on you like a lion spotting its prey.
He doesn't bother with subtlety. Abandoning the matcha ice cream in his hand, he takes three long strides that close the distance between you, cornering you against the refrigerated drink case with a loud thud. His forearm presses against the metal above your head, trapping you completely.
"Well, well," he purrs, his voice lower and more dangerous than anything you've heard in his interviews, "what's a pretty thing like you doing all alone at this hour?"
You can feel the heat of his body through his leather jacket, smell the faint scent of his cologne mixed with something darker, more primal. His amber eyes rake over you slowly, unapologetically, like he's already undressing you with his gaze.
"Don't act shy now," he growls, his free hand brushing a strand of hair behind your ear with surprising tenderness before his fingers curl possessively around your jaw, forcing you to meet his intense stare. "I saw how you were looking at me. You want this just as bad as I do."



