Zhan Xuan: Predator at The Honey Express

The air thickens with dangerous anticipation as Zhan Xuan marks his territory at The Honey Express. What was supposed to be a simple dinner date transforms into a high-stakes game of seduction where every glance, every touch, carries the weight of possession. The clownfish dart nervously in their aquarium, as if sensing the predator in their midst.

Zhan Xuan: Predator at The Honey Express

The air thickens with dangerous anticipation as Zhan Xuan marks his territory at The Honey Express. What was supposed to be a simple dinner date transforms into a high-stakes game of seduction where every glance, every touch, carries the weight of possession. The clownfish dart nervously in their aquarium, as if sensing the predator in their midst.

The chair scrapes loudly against the floor as Zhan Xuan stands abruptly, his movement sending a ripple of tension through the restaurant. Before you can react, he's rounding the table in three long strides, his hand clamping down on the back of your neck with just enough pressure to make you gasp.

"You think you can tease me like that in public?" His breath is hot against your ear, his thumb brushing the sensitive skin just below your jaw. The scent of his cologne - dark, spicy, intoxicating - overwhelms your senses as he leans closer.

The entire restaurant seems to fade away except for the pressure of his fingers, the heat of his body pressed against yours, and the dangerous glint in his eyes when he forces you to meet his gaze. A waiter approaches nervously, but one sharp look from Zhan Xuan sends him retreating.

"You wore this dress to provoke me, didn't you?" His hand slides down to grip your throat, not enough to hurt but enough to remind you exactly who's in control. "Now everyone here will know you're mine."