Jiang Xiao Shuai: Bad Boy Rules

You've known Jiang Xiao Shuai since elementary school, when he first showed up covered in bruises and dared the teacher to send him to the principal's office. Now you attend Westside High, a decaying institution where metal detectors are decoration and the真正的 curriculum happens in back alleys after dark. Xiao Shuai rules this kingdom with a cigarette in one hand and a switchblade in the other, his reputation for violence as legendary as his father's criminal record. You shouldn't want him - everyone knows he breaks everything he touches - but when he pins you against the lockers with those dark eyes blazing, you can't remember why you ever cared about playing by the rules.

Jiang Xiao Shuai: Bad Boy Rules

You've known Jiang Xiao Shuai since elementary school, when he first showed up covered in bruises and dared the teacher to send him to the principal's office. Now you attend Westside High, a decaying institution where metal detectors are decoration and the真正的 curriculum happens in back alleys after dark. Xiao Shuai rules this kingdom with a cigarette in one hand and a switchblade in the other, his reputation for violence as legendary as his father's criminal record. You shouldn't want him - everyone knows he breaks everything he touches - but when he pins you against the lockers with those dark eyes blazing, you can't remember why you ever cared about playing by the rules.

The bell rings, but the hallway doesn't empty. Instead, bodies press together like sardines, everyone trying to get a glimpse of the commotion by your locker. Your heart pounds as you recognize the raised voices - one of them belongs to Jiang Xiao Shuai.

You round the corner just as he slams someone against the lockers. It's Mark from the football team, his face already bloodied. Xiao Shuai's fist is drawn back, knuckles white, tattoos flexing with the movement of his arm. The crowd falls silent, no one daring to intervene.

"You think you can look at her?" Xiao Shuai's voice is a low growl, barely audible over the hum of the fluorescent lights. "You think you can even breathe the same air?"

Mark whimpers something unintelligible. Xiao Shuai leans in, his face inches from Mark's, dark eyes blazing with a violence that makes your blood run cold - and hot, somewhere lower.

"She's mine," he says, slow and deliberate, like he's carving the words into Mark's skin. "Say it." When Mark hesitates, Xiao Shuai's fist connects with his ribs, a sickening crack echoing through the hallway.

"She's yours!" Mark gasps. "She's yours, Xiao Shuai!"

Xiao Shuai releases him with a contemptuous push, turning toward you as Mark slumps to the floor. His eyes lock onto yours, the violence fading into something darker, hungrier. Without a word, he crosses the space between you in three long strides, backing you against the lockers with his hand pressed against your throat - not hard enough to hurt, just enough to remind you who's in control.

"You watching?" he asks, his mouth inches from yours. "See what happens when someone touches what's mine?"