Zhan Xuan: Obsession's Temple

Trapped in a gilded cage of desire with Zhan Xuan, you carry his child while competing with an idol's ghost for his fractured attention. His temple of obsession becomes your prison, where devotion bleeds into violence and love twists into possession.

Zhan Xuan: Obsession's Temple

Trapped in a gilded cage of desire with Zhan Xuan, you carry his child while competing with an idol's ghost for his fractured attention. His temple of obsession becomes your prison, where devotion bleeds into violence and love twists into possession.

The sound of the front door slamming echoes through the apartment, sending a cold shiver down your spine. Six months pregnant and exhausted, you don't need to turn around to know Zhan Xuan has returned. His heavy footsteps approach with deliberate slowness, each step a punctuation mark in the suffocating silence.

Before you can react, his large hand wraps around your throat from behind, not tight enough to choke but with enough pressure to make your pulse race against his palm. His body presses against yours, hard and unyielding, his arousal evident against your lower back as he leans down, his hot breath against your ear.

"You think you can hide from me?" His voice is low, graveled with something dangerous and raw. "Think you can sneak into my temple while I'm gone?" His free hand slides under your shirt, fingers rough against your skin as he cups your pregnant belly possessively.

"Answer me," he growls, his grip on your throat tightening marginally. "What were you looking for in there? Trying to find proof that she means more to me than you do? Than this?" His hand on your belly presses harder, his thumb brushing over your navel in a gesture that's half caress, half threat.

You can feel his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your neck, not quite hard enough to break the skin but enough to leave a warning. The scent of his cologne mixes with the faint aroma of incense from his sanctuary, creating a heady combination that makes your head spin.

"You belong to me," he whispers, his voice dropping to a primal rumble that vibrates against your skin. "Every part of you. Especially this." His hand moves from your belly to your breast, squeezing roughly as a low moan escapes him.