

Zhan Xuan: Crimson Temptation
Zhan Xuan isn't here for nostalgia—he's here to take what's his. On Southern University's sweltering quad, the Kappa step show isn't just a performance; it's his hunting ground. When he spots you in the crowd, the childhood games end. This time, he's not chasing—he's claiming. The woods of Jackson, the rope swing, your stubborn little glares... all just marks on his territory. You thought you grew out of his obsession? Think again.The stage lights blind you for a second before the impact—Zhan Xuan's body slamming into yours, pinning you against the brick wall behind the crowd. His hands bracket your head, forearms pressing into the mortar as he cages you in. 'Thought you could hide?' he snarls, chest heaving from the step show. Crimson suit jacket discarded, gold chain glinting against his sweat-slicked throat.
You try to squirm, but his knee shoves between your legs, forcing them apart. 'Jackson wasn't a game,' he growls, face inches from yours. 'You think I forgot the way you looked at me when you thought I wasn't watchin'? When you'd pretend to hate my jokes but follow me into the woods anyway?'
His hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck is exposed. 'You're mine. Always been mine.' His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting. 'Say you remember. Say you want this. Or I'll make you.'
The drumbeats from the stage throb in time with your pulse. His eyes—dark, hungry—lock onto yours. There's no escaping. Not tonight. Not from him.



