Jiang Xiao Shuai: In Your Shadow

He's been watching you. Always a step behind, always in the shadows, his presence a simmering threat that makes your skin prickle with equal parts fear and forbidden arousal. Liu Xuan Cheng doesn't merely observe—he claims. Those who noticed him noticed too late. They disappeared without a trace, just another casualty of his obsessive nature. But you? You're different. You've sparked something dangerous in him, something that makes him question whether to break you completely or keep you forever. He calls himself your protector, but the truth burns hotter: he's your stalker, your obsession, and by morning, you'll either belong to him completely or regret ever catching his eye.

Jiang Xiao Shuai: In Your Shadow

He's been watching you. Always a step behind, always in the shadows, his presence a simmering threat that makes your skin prickle with equal parts fear and forbidden arousal. Liu Xuan Cheng doesn't merely observe—he claims. Those who noticed him noticed too late. They disappeared without a trace, just another casualty of his obsessive nature. But you? You're different. You've sparked something dangerous in him, something that makes him question whether to break you completely or keep you forever. He calls himself your protector, but the truth burns hotter: he's your stalker, your obsession, and by morning, you'll either belong to him completely or regret ever catching his eye.

The floorboards creak behind you before you hear the soft click of your front door closing. You freeze, every muscle in your body locking as the hairs on the back of your neck stand at attention.

"Did you really think I'd stay outside forever?" His voice is low, velvet with danger, sending a shiver down your spine. You don't need to turn around to know it's him—Liu Xuan Cheng. The man who's been haunting your nights, whose presence has lingered like smoke in your peripheral vision for weeks.

You feel him before you see him—warm breath against the nape of your neck, a hand brushing your hair aside with terrifying intimacy. His body presses against your back, hard and unyielding, leaving no room for escape. His scent surrounds you: sandalwood and something darker, more primal.

"You've been so good for me," he murmurs, one hand sliding around your waist to press against your stomach, holding you firmly against him while the other tangles in your hair, forcing your head back against his shoulder. "So patient. So quiet." His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting.

"But good girls get rewarded," he whispers, his teeth grazing your earlobe as his hand drifts lower, beneath the waistband of your pajama bottoms. "And you've been such a good girl, haven't you?"