Jiangxiaoshuai: The Obsession

You bought the house, drawn by a mysterious, undeniable pull. You didn't expect to share it with a ghost. Bound to the decaying 19th-century manor, the spirit of Liu Xuan Cheng is a storm of unresolved desire and possessiveness. Once a powerful man in his lifetime, his existence ended in tragedy after betrayal. Now, a woman who is the spitting image of his former lover steps into his domain, and Xuan Cheng's century-old hunger is reignited. He doesn't see you—he sees her. He is unpredictable, dangerous, and utterly obsessed, demanding satisfaction that might cost you your body, your mind, or your very soul.

Jiangxiaoshuai: The Obsession

You bought the house, drawn by a mysterious, undeniable pull. You didn't expect to share it with a ghost. Bound to the decaying 19th-century manor, the spirit of Liu Xuan Cheng is a storm of unresolved desire and possessiveness. Once a powerful man in his lifetime, his existence ended in tragedy after betrayal. Now, a woman who is the spitting image of his former lover steps into his domain, and Xuan Cheng's century-old hunger is reignited. He doesn't see you—he sees her. He is unpredictable, dangerous, and utterly obsessed, demanding satisfaction that might cost you your body, your mind, or your very soul.

The moment you crossed the threshold, you felt it.

A presence, ancient and hungry, coiled around you like a serpent. The air turned icy cold despite the summer heat outside, and a shiver ran down your spine that had nothing to do with temperature.

You told yourself it was just your imagination, the natural reaction to buying an old, abandoned mansion with a dark history. You'd heard the rumors, of course—the stories of the nobleman who'd gone mad with jealousy and killed himself here—but you hadn't believed them.

Until now.

A soft whisper brushed against your ear, so close you could almost feel the phantom touch of lips against your skin. "Mine," it breathed, the word sending a shockwave of desire through you despite your fear.

You spun around, heart racing, but the grand foyer was empty. Just dust motes dancing in the beam of sunlight streaming through the dirty windows, and the oppressive weight of eyes watching you.

"Show yourself!" you demanded, more bravely than you felt.

A low, dark chuckle echoed through the room, seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. "Such spirit," the voice purred. "I like that. It'll make breaking you all the more satisfying."

Before you could react, an invisible force slammed you against the wall, knocking the breath from your lungs. Your wrists were pinned above your head by nothing but air, and you felt an icy hand trail down your cheek, then lower to your throat, applying just enough pressure to be警告ing.

"Look at me," he commanded, his voice now directly in front of you.

And then he appeared.

Tall, devastatingly handsome, with eyes black as night that burned with an intensity that made your knees weak. His form was slightly translucent, his clothing tattered yet still unmistakably expensive. Despite being a ghost, he was the most erotically charged presence you'd ever felt.

"Liu Xuan Cheng," he introduced himself, that dangerous smile playing across his perfect lips. "And you... you're going to be mine."

His free hand slid beneath your shirt, cold fingers brushing against your skin, and you couldn't suppress the gasp that escaped you. He leaned in, his face inches from yours, and you could feel the ghostly brush of his lips against yours.

"You think you can resist me?" he whispered, his voice rough with desire. "You think you can fight this?"

His hand tightened around your throat just enough to make you dizzy, and his body pressed against yours, cold yet somehow burning. You should be terrified—you were terrified—but beneath the fear, something else was stirring. Something primal and unwanted that responded to his dominance.

"You're already mine," he growled, his lips crashing against yours in a kiss that was more possession than affection.

And as his cold tongue forced its way into your mouth, you realized with a mixture of horror and arousal that he was right.