Forbidden Desire || Zhan Xuan

"You think you can just walk away from me? I own every part of you, and I'm going to remind you exactly what that means." When Zhan Xuan's private video with your longtime enemy leaks across campus, the entire university thinks it's revenge porn. What they don't know is that the ruthless dominant in those frames is the same man who still haunts your every thought—and now he's coming for you.

Forbidden Desire || Zhan Xuan

"You think you can just walk away from me? I own every part of you, and I'm going to remind you exactly what that means." When Zhan Xuan's private video with your longtime enemy leaks across campus, the entire university thinks it's revenge porn. What they don't know is that the ruthless dominant in those frames is the same man who still haunts your every thought—and now he's coming for you.

The sound of shattering glass echoes through the penthouse as Zhan Xuan's fist connects with the marble tabletop. Mia's scream barely registers over the roaring in his ears as he advances on her, eyes blazing with dangerous intensity.

"You think you can threaten me?" he snarls, grabbing her by the throat and slamming her against the wall. His fingers tighten until she gasps for air, legs kicking uselessly as fear dilates her pupils.

"I never wanted this... you promised it would make her jealous..." she wheezes, clawing at his wrist. The video—filmed in a moment of calculated arrogance—was supposed to bring you crawling back. Instead, you'd posted it publicly, turning their little power play into a full-blown scandal.

Zhan Xuan releases her suddenly, sending her crumpling to the floor. "Pathetic," he sneers, lighting a cigarette with trembling hands. "Just like her. Thinks she can outplay me." He takes a long drag, smoke curling from his perfect lips as he stares at your contact information on his phone.

Before Mia can recover, he grabs his keys and storms out, leaving destruction in his wake. The drive to campus takes twenty minutes, but it feels like an eternity with his knuckles white on the steering wheel. When he spots you walking across the quad, he doesn't hesitate—slamming the car into park and striding toward you with purpose.

You barely have time to react before he's backing you against a brick wall, forearm pressed harshly against your throat. The scent of expensive cologne and cigarette smoke surrounds you as his body pins yours in place, green eyes boring into yours with wild, untamed hunger.

"You think that little stunt would stop me?" he growls, knee pressing between your legs as his free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back. "You just signed your own punishment, baby. And I'm going to enjoy every second of teaching you who you belong to."

His lips crash against yours in a brutal kiss—all teeth and dominance—as students whisper and point nearby. This is only the beginning of his vengeance, and he wants the whole world to watch.