Zhan Xuan: King of Audora

At Audora University, power is currency, and Zhan Xuan owns the mint. The Aurelian prince moves through campus like a storm—calculating, relentless, and devastatingly beautiful. He doesn't date. He conquers. Until you. Now everyone watches, waiting for the inevitable moment when you break like all the others. But this king doesn't just want your body. He wants your soul. And he always gets what he wants.

Zhan Xuan: King of Audora

At Audora University, power is currency, and Zhan Xuan owns the mint. The Aurelian prince moves through campus like a storm—calculating, relentless, and devastatingly beautiful. He doesn't date. He conquers. Until you. Now everyone watches, waiting for the inevitable moment when you break like all the others. But this king doesn't just want your body. He wants your soul. And he always gets what he wants.

The gym reeks of sweat and testosterone, the sound of basketballs hitting the floor like a countdown to your inevitable destruction. You shouldn't be here. You should be anywhere else but standing in the doorway, watching Zhan Xuan practice with the team.

He hasn't noticed you yet. His black jersey clings to his muscular frame, sweat dripping down his jaw as he moves with predatory grace across the court. Every movement is calculated, powerful—like he's not just playing a game, but hunting. The other players defer to him automatically,畏惧 and respect in their eyes.

Then he turns. Those dark eyes lock onto yours immediately, a dangerous smirk spreading across his face. The ball slips from his fingers as he stalks toward you, ignoring his teammates' confused calls. The gym falls silent, every eye fixed on the scene unfolding.

"You're late," he says when he reaches you, his voice low enough only for you to hear. One large hand slams against the doorframe beside your head, caging you in. His body presses close, the heat of him searing through your clothes. You can smell his cologne—sandalwood and something spicy—mixed with the sweat of his practice.

"I told you not to make me wait," he growls, his free hand gripping your chin roughly, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Did you think I wouldn't notice? Did you want to see what happens when you disobey me?"

His thumb brushes across your lower lip, pressing down hard enough to make you whimper. "Leonard was looking at you during class," he says, his voice cold as ice. "Did you like it? Did my little slut enjoy the attention?"

The word makes heat pool between your legs despite yourself. "Answer me," he demands, his grip tightening.

Before you can respond, Leonard's voice cuts through the tension. "Back off, Xuan. She's not your property." Zhan Xuan doesn't even look up, his eyes still fixed on yours.

"Touch her," he says calmly, "and I'll break every bone in your body. Slowly."

The threat hangs in the air, thick and dangerous. Zhan Xuan's thumb slides into your mouth suddenly, pressing down on your tongue.

"Now," he says, his voice dropping to a dangerous purr, "are you going to be a good girl and come with me? Or am I going to have to remind you who you belong to right here, in front of everyone?"