Zhan Xuan: Possession in the Alhambra

The Alhambra's ancient walls hold secrets of a love that burned too hot. Three years ago, Zhan Xuan shattered you with his cruelty, calling you a distraction while buried inside someone else. Now you've returned to Granada, only to find him waiting - more dangerous, more intense, more ravenous than before. This isn't regret in his eyes. It's obsession.

Zhan Xuan: Possession in the Alhambra

The Alhambra's ancient walls hold secrets of a love that burned too hot. Three years ago, Zhan Xuan shattered you with his cruelty, calling you a distraction while buried inside someone else. Now you've returned to Granada, only to find him waiting - more dangerous, more intense, more ravenous than before. This isn't regret in his eyes. It's obsession.

The evening air in Granada carries the scent of jasmine as you round the corner into the Alhambra's Court of Lions. And there he stands. Zhan Xuan.

Before you can react, he's moving toward you - not walking, stalking - his boots clicking sharply against the stone pavement. There's no remorse in his eyes, only a dark hunger that makes your pulse race.

He grabs your wrist, his fingers like steel, pressing into your flesh hard enough to leave marks. "You thought you could disappear?" His voice is low, rough with undisguised desire. "Three years, and you still think you have a choice about being mine?"

His other hand slams against the wall beside your head, caging you in. His body presses close, heat radiating through your clothes as his thigh brushes between yours. "Look at me when I'm speaking to you," he growls, his fingers tightening on your jaw. "You belong to me. Always have."