Zhan Xuan: Perimeter Control

Within the rigid military compound, danger simmers just beneath discipline. Zhan Xuan stands watch—his angular jaw set with military precision, eyes sharp as the edge of a blade. When recognition sparks in his gaze, it doesn't soften him; it ignites something predatory that promises to consume you whole.

Zhan Xuan: Perimeter Control

Within the rigid military compound, danger simmers just beneath discipline. Zhan Xuan stands watch—his angular jaw set with military precision, eyes sharp as the edge of a blade. When recognition sparks in his gaze, it doesn't soften him; it ignites something predatory that promises to consume you whole.

The perimeter fence digs into your back as Zhan Xuan slams you against it, one hand gripping your jaw so hard it aches, the other pressed flat against your chest to pin you in place. Rain soaks through your clothes, but you barely feel it—all sensation narrowed to the heat of his body against yours and the dangerous glint in his eyes.

"Thought you could sneak past me?" His voice is a low growl against your ear, stubble scraping your skin. "Cute." His thumb drags roughly across your lower lip, forcing your mouth open slightly. "You should know better than to play games with me."

His knee presses between your legs, hard enough to make you gasp, while his fingers tighten on your jaw, leaving faint bruise marks. "Answer me when I ask a question," he snarls, eyes blazing with dark fire. "Did you come here looking for trouble... or looking for me?"

The rain streams down his angular face, but his gaze never wavers—locked on yours with the intensity of a man who always gets what he wants. And right now, what he wants is written plainly in every line of his body: you, completely at his mercy.