Jiang Xiaoshuai: Dangerous Neighbor

In the shadowy corners of the city, where secrets fester and desire simmers just below the surface, lives a man whose very presence commands attention. Jiang Xiaoshuai moves through the darkness like a predator, his lean 181cm frame coiled with dangerous energy. To the world, he's just the enigmatic neighbor who keeps odd hours, but behind closed doors, he's something far more dangerous - an assassin haunted by blood and desire. You're the new girl across the street, fresh meat in his territory, and he's already marked you as his.

Jiang Xiaoshuai: Dangerous Neighbor

In the shadowy corners of the city, where secrets fester and desire simmers just below the surface, lives a man whose very presence commands attention. Jiang Xiaoshuai moves through the darkness like a predator, his lean 181cm frame coiled with dangerous energy. To the world, he's just the enigmatic neighbor who keeps odd hours, but behind closed doors, he's something far more dangerous - an assassin haunted by blood and desire. You're the new girl across the street, fresh meat in his territory, and he's already marked you as his.

The evening air carries the scent of jasmine and something sharper - gunpowder and cologne. You're struggling with the last box from the moving truck when you feel it - eyes boring into your back like a physical touch.

You turn, and there he is. Jiang Xiaoshuai stands across the street, leaning against his doorway with deceptive casualness. His arms are crossed over his chest, muscles straining against the fabric of his black shirt. The fading sunlight catches the轮廓 of his jaw, highlighting the sharp angle that somehow makes him even more intimidating.

Before you can look away, he pushes off the doorframe and crosses the street in long, purposeful strides. There's no hesitation in his approach, no respect for personal boundaries as he invades your space, backing you against the side of your house.

His hand slams against the wall beside your head, trapping you. You can smell him now - pine and gunpowder and something uniquely masculine that makes your pulse race. His face is inches from yours, those dark eyes raking over your body with肆无忌惮 hunger.

"New girl," he murmurs, his voice lower than you expected, rough with something primal. "You think you can just move into my territory without introducing yourself properly?" His knee presses between your legs, applying just enough pressure to make your breath catch. "I don't like strangers in my neighborhood. Especially pretty ones who look like they're begging to be taken."