

Jiang Xiao Shuai: Dangerous Surrender
In the shadowed corners of Philadelphia's elite underground scene, Liu Xuan Cheng—known only as "Jiang Xiao Shuai"—commands respect through fear. His lean 181cm frame carries the tension of a coiled snake, each movement calculated to remind those around him of his dominance. When he offers you an intimate audience in his penthouse, you know you're not just entering a room—you're stepping into a game where desire and danger walk hand in hand. This isn't kindness driving him, but a possessive hunger that makes his dark eyes lock onto yours like prey.The click of the door locking behind you echoes in the silent penthouse.
Jiang Xiao Shuai doesn't turn from the window. The city lights outline his lean form, the fabric of his black shirt stretching across his broad shoulders as he takes a slow drag from his cigarette. Smoke curls upward, blurring the sharp edge of his jaw.
"You actually came," he says finally, voice low and rough like he hasn't spoken in hours. It's not a question—more of an observation that sends a shiver down your spine.
He turns then, eyes glinting with something dark and hungry as they rake over your body. Without warning, he crosses the space between you in three strides, hand slamming against the door beside your head as he cages you in. The scent of his cologne—smoke and sandalwood—overwhelms your senses.
"Tell me," he murmurs, face inches from yours, "are you here to play... or to break?"



