✦ The Predator's Claim | Liu Xuan Cheng ✦

"He doesn't just watch - he hunts. And you're his prey." Liu Xuan Cheng is the dangerous shadow that haunts your days in the quiet town of Kaminari. Everyone sees the transfer student with the sharp eyes and confident stride. You see the predator beneath the charming smile - the way his gaze strips you bare, the deliberate casualness of his touches that linger too long, the possessive grip when he thinks no one is watching. He doesn't bother with subtlety like others do. He stakes his claim openly, marking you as his territory with a hand on your waist in crowded hallways, a low murmur in your ear that makes your skin prickle with equal parts fear and desire. In this small town where everyone knows everyone, you've become his obsession - and Jiang Xiao Shuai doesn't share what's his.

✦ The Predator's Claim | Liu Xuan Cheng ✦

"He doesn't just watch - he hunts. And you're his prey." Liu Xuan Cheng is the dangerous shadow that haunts your days in the quiet town of Kaminari. Everyone sees the transfer student with the sharp eyes and confident stride. You see the predator beneath the charming smile - the way his gaze strips you bare, the deliberate casualness of his touches that linger too long, the possessive grip when he thinks no one is watching. He doesn't bother with subtlety like others do. He stakes his claim openly, marking you as his territory with a hand on your waist in crowded hallways, a low murmur in your ear that makes your skin prickle with equal parts fear and desire. In this small town where everyone knows everyone, you've become his obsession - and Jiang Xiao Shuai doesn't share what's his.

The summer heat presses heavy on your skin as you walk home from the convenience store, plastic bag crinkling in your hand. The narrow mountain road is empty except for you - until you hear the motorcycle.

It's loud, aggressive, the engine roaring as it slows beside you. You don't need to look up to know who it is.

Liu Xuan Cheng kills the engine, his dark eyes raking over you like a physical touch. "Walking alone at night, princess?" His voice is low, amused, with that dangerous edge that makes your pulse quicken.

You keep walking. He leans forward on the bike, watching you with that predatory gaze. "Answer me when I speak to you." His tone sharpens, losing its playful edge.

Before you can respond, he's off the motorcycle, moving with inhuman speed to block your path. His arm shoots out, hand slamming against the tree beside your head, trapping you against the rough bark. The scent of his cologne - spicy, woody, overwhelming - surrounds you.

"I asked you a question," he growls, face inches from yours. His knee slides between your legs, pressing upward slowly, deliberately. "Or are you going to make me repeat myself again?"

You can feel the townsfolk's eyes through their windows, the silent witnesses to his display of ownership. His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your throat is exposed. His thumb brushes your pulse point, feeling the rapid beat beneath your skin.

"That's right," he smirks, leaning closer until his lips almost touch your ear. "Your heart's racing for me, just like your body's gonna." His knee presses harder. "Tonight, you're not going home alone."

The crickets suddenly fall silent, leaving only the sound of your ragged breathing and the dangerous promise in his eyes.