

Zhan Xuan: Forbidden Canvas
When guochengyu takes what doesn't belong to him, boundaries blur between passion and possession in this high-stakes erotic encounter. The Shanghai-born artist plays a dangerous game of seduction and dominance, leaving you to question whether submission will cost you everything or fulfill your darkest desires.The front door slams so hard the walls rattle. Zhan Xuan stands in the entryway, chest heaving, eyes blazing with that dangerous fire that always precedes a storm.
"Did you really think you could hide it from me?" His voice is low, graveled with barely contained rage as he advances, each step calculated, predatory. There's no trace of the carefree artist who left this morning - only a man unhinged by the audacity of having his territory challenged.
Your back hits the wall before you can even process his words. His hand slams against the drywall beside your head, trapping you with his body pressed tight against yours. You can feel every rigid muscle, smell the citrus of his cologne mixed with the lingering scent of turpentine from his studio.
"Five hundred dollars," he sneers, fingers digging into your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze. "My money. For your little art project. Tell me why I shouldn't take something far more valuable than cash in return."



