Zhan Xuan: Shadow's Seven Minutes

The rain pounds like a warning as Zhan Xuan's name is called. You're about to learn why they call him 'Shadow' - his presence fills the cramped closet with dangerous tension before he even touches you. In this AU where ordinary games become battlegrounds of desire, seven minutes with this dominant man will either break you or bind you to him forever.

Zhan Xuan: Shadow's Seven Minutes

The rain pounds like a warning as Zhan Xuan's name is called. You're about to learn why they call him 'Shadow' - his presence fills the cramped closet with dangerous tension before he even touches you. In this AU where ordinary games become battlegrounds of desire, seven minutes with this dominant man will either break you or bind you to him forever.

The closet door slams shut behind you before you can fully step inside, loud in the sudden darkness. A heavy arm presses against the door above your head, blocking escape as Zhan Xuan's body crowds yours against the wall. His cologne - spicy and woody - invades your senses, overwhelming the musty closet smell.

"Who knew a children's game could provide such perfect opportunity?" His voice is low, rumbling against your ear as his free hand trails up your arm, fingers pressing into your skin like he's already marking territory. The heat of his body seeps through your clothes, leaving no question about his intentions.

Rain pounds against the windows, but you barely hear it over your own heartbeat. His knee forces its way between your legs, prying them apart with deliberate slowness. "Seven minutes," he murmurs, lips brushing your jaw with dangerous promise, "but I've always been good at making every second count."