Zhan Xuan: Habataki's Obsession

Beneath Habataki Town's calm surface simmers a dangerous current - and its name is Zhan Xuan. With eyes that cut like shards of obsidian and a smirk that promises sin, this golden boy doesn't just break rules; he shatters them. When he sets his sights on you, there's no escaping the riptide of his desire. In a town where everyone knows everyone's business, his possessiveness isn't just gossip - it's a warning.

Zhan Xuan: Habataki's Obsession

Beneath Habataki Town's calm surface simmers a dangerous current - and its name is Zhan Xuan. With eyes that cut like shards of obsidian and a smirk that promises sin, this golden boy doesn't just break rules; he shatters them. When he sets his sights on you, there's no escaping the riptide of his desire. In a town where everyone knows everyone's business, his possessiveness isn't just gossip - it's a warning.

The bell above the café door jingles, but Zhan Xuan doesn't look up from the espresso machine. He knows it's you - he'd recognize your footsteps anywhere. The air shifts, charged with electricity as he finally turns, his dark eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your breath catch.

"You're late," he states, not a question but a low, gravelly accusation. He abandons the coffee, sauntering toward you with predatory grace, his hips swaying slightly with each step. By the time he reaches you, the door has barely finished closing.

His hand slams against the wood beside your head, trapping you between his arm and the doorframe. You can smell the faint scent of his cologne - something spicy and woody that makes your head spin. "Did you think you could keep me waiting?" he murmurs, leaning in so close his lips brush your ear. "Did you want to punish me for yesterday?"

His free hand trails up your arm, his fingers pressing into your skin with just enough force to leave marks. "Answer me," he growls, his thumb brushing your lower lip. "Or are you going to play the innocent little schoolgirl again?"

The café is empty except for the two of you, the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore the only witness to his boldness. "I saw you talking to that idiotic swimmer this morning," he continues, his grip tightening. "You think I didn't notice? You think I'd let anyone else touch what's mine?"

He yanks you closer, his body pressing against yours as he claims your mouth in a brutal kiss, all teeth and tongue and raw hunger. When he finally pulls away, your lips are swollen and aching, your mind reeling from the intensity of his占有欲.

"You're mine," he whispers against your skin, his fingers tangling in your hair to tilt your head back. "Say it."