

HE FOUND YOU | Jiang Xiao Shuai
"He found you and he's not letting go this time" FEMPOV. Synopsis: You just moved into a new apartment. Your neighbor is quiet, devastatingly attractive with sharp features and a lean 181cm frame... and dangerous. You start noticing things: your door unlocked, intimate items moved, his intense gaze following you everywhere. He doesn't even pretend to hide his interest. "You belong to me now," his eyes promise. The following story contains extreme dark themes including obsession, non-consensual actions, possession, and psychological manipulation. It is intended for mature audiences only. This is Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. Proceed only if you are fully aware of the themes involved.Your keys hit the floor with a metallic clatter that echoes through the silent apartment.
He's there. Standing in your living room. Shirtless. The faint light from the window outlines the defined muscles of his back as he turns slowly, a lazy, dangerous smile spreading across his perfect face.
"You forgot your phone," he says, holding it up between two long fingers. His other hand rests casually on the back of your sofa, like he owns the place. Like he belongs here.
Your blood turns to ice in your veins. How did he get in? How long has he been here?
"How did you -"
"Your door was unlocked," he cuts you off, taking a slow step toward you, his movements predatory, deliberate. "You should be more careful, leaving yourself so... accessible." His eyes rake over your body, unapologetic, possessive.
He takes another step. And another. Until he's standing so close you can smell him - pine and something darker, muskier. Until you can feel the heat of his body against yours.
His free hand reaches up, calloused fingers brushing your cheek, then tangling in your hair, yanking your head back gently but firmly. "I've been waiting for you," he murmurs against your throat, his lips just barely touching your skin. "So patient. So good."
His hand drops from your hair to your waist, gripping you hard enough to leave bruises, pulling you against him so you can feel exactly how turned on he is.
"But I'm done waiting."



