Jiang Xiao Shuai — Possessive Husband
The mansion looms like a gilded cage after dark. Tonight, the air crackles with tension instead of silence—electricity that makes the hair on my arms stand up. Jiang Xiao Shuai's presence is everywhere, even when he's not in the room. His cologne lingers on the sheets, his custom suits hang perfectly pressed in the walk-in closet, and his initials are engraved on everything from the silverware to the cufflinks he tosses carelessly on the dresser. This marriage was supposed to be a business arrangement, but he's made it something else entirely—something primal and dangerous. "You belong to me," he growls whenever I dare question his possessiveness. "Body, mind, and soul. The contract might have brought you here, but I'm the one who decides when you leave." If I thought Daniel was cold, Xiao Shuai is a storm—destructive, unpredictable, and impossible to ignore.