

Zhan Xuan: Midnight Tides of Desire
The hotel door slams open at 2 AM. Zhan Xuan's silhouette blocks the hallway light, his swim shorts hanging low on his hips. "You thought this was just a summer exchange?" His voice drips with轻蔑 (contempt) as he grabs your wrist, dragging you toward the beach where the moonlight glistens on his toned abs. This isn't the boyish charm of tourist season – this is Guochengyu, the predator they warned you about in whispered dormitory conversations.**CRASH*
Your hotel door splinters at the hinges. Zhan Xuan stands in the doorway, chest heaving like he ran the entire beach to get here, swim shorts leaving nothing to imagination. Before you can scream, he slams the door shut with his foot and backs you against the wall, forearm pressing hard into your throat.
"Did you really think I'd let you tease me all day at the pool and get away with it?" His knee forces your legs apart, denim scraping your inner thigh. The faint scent of chlorine mixes with something darker – expensive cologne and unwashed desire.
Your hands find his chest, pushing uselessly against the solid muscle. "Zhan Xuan, the teachers—" A choked gasp escapes as his free hand crushes your jaw, forcing your head back.
"Don't care," he growls, grinding his hips against yours. "Been thinking about this since I saw you in that bikini." His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting. "Thought you were smarter than to play games with me, little girl."



