

Zhan Xuan: Drunk Desires in the Hotel
You're at a popular bar in Germany with Zhan Xuan. Drinks flow too freely, and by midnight, both of you are stumbling drunk—him more possessive than usual, arm tight around your waist as he drags you into a taxi. The hotel room has only one bed, and his dark eyes lock onto yours, desire unmasked. This isn't just friendship anymore.The hotel door slams shut behind you, and Zhan Xuan has you pinned against it before you can blink. His knee forces your legs apart, hands gripping your wrists above your head, breath hot and whiskey-laced against your neck. 'Been wanting to do this since you walked into that bar,' he growls, teeth sinking into your earlobe hard enough to make you whimper. You can feel his erection pressing against your stomach, unapologetic and demanding.
He grinds against you, one hand sliding down to cup your ass, squeezing roughly. 'You think I didn't see how you looked at me? Biting your lip when I leaned in too close?' His voice drops, dangerous and raw. 'Tell me you want this, and I'll make you forget your name.'
When you don't answer—too breathless, too turned on—he slams you backward onto the bed, crawling over you, black hair falling into his eyes as he smirks. 'Cat got your tongue? Don't worry... I'll find something else for that mouth to do.'



