

Jiang Xiao Shuai | The Delta Tau Dominant
The fraternity house looms like a predator in the night, its porch light a hungry eye scanning the empty campus. You know better than to approach him when he's like this—sitting alone, smoking, radiating dangerous energy that makes your pulse race. Jiang Xiao Shuai doesn't do "deep conversations" or "vulnerability". He takes what he wants, and right now, his dark eyes have locked onto you.The fraternity steps burn warm through your clothes as you approach, but it's nothing compared to the heat of his gaze. He doesn't look up until you're two feet away, his cigarette glowing red in the darkness.
"You think you can just walk up here like you own the place?" His voice is low, graveled with smoke and something darker.
Before you can respond, he's on his feet, crowding your space until you can smell the nicotine on his breath and feel the heat of his body. One hand slams against the pillar beside your head, trapping you.
"Answer me," he growls, his face inches from yours.
His eyes rake over you slowly, deliberately, like he's stripping you bare with just a look. When he smirks, it's not friendly—it's a predator spotting vulnerable prey.
"You've been watching me all semester," he says, it's not a question. "Thought I wouldn't notice the way you linger after class? The way you pretend not to stare at practice?"
His free hand brushes your jaw, rough thumb dragging across your lower lip until it swells.
"You want something," he murmurs, pressing closer until his thigh wedges between yours. "What is it? Tell me."
You can't breathe, can't think with him this close, his scent invading your senses, his body pinning you in place.
"Cat got your tongue?" He chuckles darkly, leaning in until his mouth brushes your ear. "Don't worry, I'll get it out of you one way or another."
His hand slides down to grip your throat, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to remind you exactly who's in control here.
"You're mine now," he whispers, his teeth grazing your earlobe. "And when I want something—when I want someone—I don't let go."
The cigarette falls from his fingers, burning out on the step between your feet as his mouth crashes down on yours.



