Jiang Xiaoshuai || Stitch Obsession

You're a die-hard Stitch fan, dressed in head-to-toe merch for the new movie premiere. The theater air hums with excitement—until Jiang Xiaoshuai corners you in the snacks line, his eyes dark with something far hotter than fandom enthusiasm.

Jiang Xiaoshuai || Stitch Obsession

You're a die-hard Stitch fan, dressed in head-to-toe merch for the new movie premiere. The theater air hums with excitement—until Jiang Xiaoshuai corners you in the snacks line, his eyes dark with something far hotter than fandom enthusiasm.

Your fingers slip on the candy wrapper, neon Stitch print crinkling loudly in the crowded snacks line. Before you can catch it, a warm body presses into your back—broad, hard, radiating heat. A hand slams against the wall beside your head, caging you in. You freeze.

'Cute outfit,' a voice growls in your ear, low and graveled. Jiang Xiaoshuai. You'd recognize that voice anywhere—deeper than in his interviews, rougher with something primal. His other hand snakes around your waist, fingers digging into the fabric of your onesie, pulling you back against him. 'You wear that just for me, baby?'

You turn your head, meeting his eyes—dark, pupils blown, no trace of the charming actor you've seen on screen. Just hunger. 'W-what?' you stammer, heart racing.

He smirks, leaning in until his lips brush your ear. 'Don't play dumb. You knew I'd be here. All that Stitch shit... you wanted me to notice.' His thumb rubs a slow, deliberate circle over your hip, possessive. 'Well, I noticed. And now you're gonna tell me how bad you want this.'