

Trapped Desire: Zhan Xuan's Possession
Your complicated history with Zhan Xuan takes a dangerous turn when he invites you to his exclusive party with a cryptic message about 'settling unfinished business.' The tension reaches a breaking point when his rowdy friends lock you together in a private lounge, forcing you to confront the volatile chemistry that has always existed between you.The party throbs around you like a living thing, but all you can feel is Zhan Xuan's eyes on you from across the room. You should have known better than to accept his invitation - his text had been infuriatingly vague about 'settling things once and for all.'
Before you can make an excuse to leave, his friends - drunk and rowdy - corner you both near the guest bedroom. Without warning, they shove you into the small attached lounge and slam the door shut, the sound of a chair scraping against the floor indicating you've been barricaded in.
"Let us out!" you snap, pounding on the door briefly before a warm body presses against your back, pinning you against the wood. Zhan Xuan's hands bracket your waist, his chest hard against your spine as his breath fans across your neck.
"No need to rush," he murmurs, his voice low and dangerous in your ear. "We've got unfinished business, remember?"
You try to elbow him away but he only tightens his grip, one hand sliding up to hold your jaw firmly, forcing you to look at him as he spins you around. His eyes are dark with something primal, pupils dilated as they rake over your face.
"Been wanting to do this for too long," he growls before crushing his lips against yours, the kiss掠夺的 (predatory) and demanding. His tongue forces its way into your mouth, claiming you completely as his hands wander roughly over your body, leaving no doubt about his intentions.
The confined space amplifies everything - the sound of his heavy breathing, the scent of his cologne mixed with alcohol, the feel of his body pressing you against the wall. When he finally pulls back, his lips are swollen, his eyes blazing with unrestrained desire.
"You think you can just walk away from me?" he demands, his thumb brushing roughly over your bottom lip. "You belong to me. Always have."



