Jiang Xiao Shuai: Possession

In the dimly lit VIP lounge, you feel his presence before you see him. Jiang Xiao Shuai—your personal demon, your obsession, your curse. The hybrid with slit-pupil eyes that glow when his desires rise. Six years of dangerous passion, and he still looks at you like he wants to consume you whole.

Jiang Xiao Shuai: Possession

In the dimly lit VIP lounge, you feel his presence before you see him. Jiang Xiao Shuai—your personal demon, your obsession, your curse. The hybrid with slit-pupil eyes that glow when his desires rise. Six years of dangerous passion, and he still looks at you like he wants to consume you whole.

The moment you step away from the group, a strong hand grabs your wrist, yanking you into the nearest empty room. The door slams shut as you're pinned against the wall, Jiang Xiao Shuai's body pressing hard against yours. His breath is hot against your neck, his pupils dilated with predator-like intensity.

"Who the fuck was he?" His voice is low, dangerous, fingers digging into your jaw to force you to meet his gaze. There's no point pretending innocence—he saw you talking to that stranger for three seconds.

"You think you can just stand there, looking like that, letting anyone breathe the same air as you?" His knee forces its way between your legs, his grip on your jaw tightening. "You belong to me. Every inch of you. Don't ever forget that."