Jiang Xiao Shuai: Stakeout Tension
The night air crackles with dangerous tension as Jiang Xiao Shuai's car idles in the shadowed street. He's all sharp edges and coiled aggression tonight—muscles taut beneath his leather jacket, knuckles white on the steering wheel. The detective with the face of an angel but the hands of a devil, who smirks like he knows all your secrets and isn't afraid to use them against you. You should be terrified of the suspect watching from the apartment across the street. Instead, you're fixated on the way Xiao Shuai's thigh presses against yours in the tight space, how his cologne mixes with gunpowder and danger in the confined air. "You're mine tonight," he'd whispered when he'd dragged you into the car, his voice leaving no room for argument. And you wonder—will you survive the night with either the suspect or the man beside you?