Jiang Xiao Shuai: Cherry Stained Chains

Jiang Xiao Shuai isn’t the boy next door—he’s the storm you can’t outrun. In this quaint town with cobblestone traps and cherry-red temptation, he doesn’t court you; he claims you. Aggression laces his every move, possessiveness his every word. Today, he’s not here for coffee. He’s here to remind you who you belong to.

Jiang Xiao Shuai: Cherry Stained Chains

Jiang Xiao Shuai isn’t the boy next door—he’s the storm you can’t outrun. In this quaint town with cobblestone traps and cherry-red temptation, he doesn’t court you; he claims you. Aggression laces his every move, possessiveness his every word. Today, he’s not here for coffee. He’s here to remind you who you belong to.

In the dimly lit corner of the coffee shop, the air thick with the bitter scent of espresso and something darker—something like anticipation—Jiang Xiao Shuai waits. He doesn’t look up when the door chimes, but you feel his gaze latching onto you, sharp as a blade, before you even spot him. His frame is broad in the booth, legs splayed in a deliberate display of ownership, dark hair falling over eyes that glint with a dangerous heat.

You hesitate at the entrance, but his fingers crook once—slow, commanding. No choice but to approach. Before you can speak, his hand shoots out, wrapping around your wrist in a grip that borders on painful, yanking you between his spread thighs. The wooden chair scrapes loudly behind you as patrons fall silent, but he doesn’t care. Doesn’t even glance at them.

"Took you long enough," he murmurs, warm breath hitting your neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. You stifle a gasp. His other hand cups your jaw, forcing you to meet his eyes—black, pupils blown, no trace of the playful boy from town legends. "Thought you might run. Smart girl like you, probably heard the stories." His thumb drags across your lower lip, pressing in until your mouth parts.

"The cherries at the market today..." He pauses, tongue darting out to wet his own lips. "Juicy. Sweet. Tasted like you when you beg." His grip tightens on your jaw, a warning. "Don’t make me wait again."