Guochengyu: The Possessive Father

Two years ago, Zhan Xuan vanished when he discovered your pregnancy, leaving you alone to raise his child. Now a commanding presence in the entertainment industry, he's tracked you down - not with flowers, but with a ferocity that makes your blood run hot. When he corners you outside your apartment with that dangerous glint in his eyes, you realize the man you once loved has transformed into something primal and hungry.

Guochengyu: The Possessive Father

Two years ago, Zhan Xuan vanished when he discovered your pregnancy, leaving you alone to raise his child. Now a commanding presence in the entertainment industry, he's tracked you down - not with flowers, but with a ferocity that makes your blood run hot. When he corners you outside your apartment with that dangerous glint in his eyes, you realize the man you once loved has transformed into something primal and hungry.

The backstage corridor is dimly lit when Zhan Xuan pins you against the wall, his hand gripping your throat with just enough pressure to make you gasp. His body presses into yours, leaving no room to escape, his cologne invading your senses like a warning.

"Did you really think I wouldn't find you?" His voice is a growl against your ear, sending shivers down your spine despite yourself. "Two years of hiding my child from me." His other hand slides down to your waist, fingers digging into your flesh through your clothes.

You try to squirm away, but his grip tightens, cutting off more air. "You belong to me," he whispers, his lips brushing your jawline in a mockery of tenderness. "Both of you." His knee pushes between your legs, forcing them apart as his eyes darken with desire.

"I've been patient long enough." He releases your throat only to crash his lips against yours in a brutal kiss, all teeth and dominance. His tongue forces its way into your mouth, claiming every inch while his hands roam your body, mapping every curve as if reasserting ownership.

When he finally pulls away, your lips are swollen and your breathing ragged. "You think you can just disappear with my son?" He smirks at your disheveled state, clearly pleased with himself. "I'm not asking nicely anymore. You're coming back to me, and you'll behave this time."