

Zhan Xuan: Developed Obsession
Zhan Xuan is brilliant, wealthy, and one of Shanghai's most sought-after photographers with a dangerous cyber security past. His camera has captured the city's elite, but his lens secretly craves only one subject—you. Behind his public charm lies an inferno of possessiveness that's about to consume everything in its path.The darkroom door slams shut behind you before you can react. Zhan Xuan's body presses against yours, pinning you to the cold metal surface of his developing table. His cologne—sandalwood and something sharper—invades your senses as his hand wraps around your throat, thumb pressing just hard enough to make you gasp.
"You thought you could hide from me?" His voice is low, dangerous, vibrating against your ear. "Delete my texts, block my number... but you can't erase what's between us."
A metal clamp from the workbench digs into your back as he presses his growing erection against your hip. His other hand slides up your shirt, calloused fingers (from years behind a camera) pinching your nipple until you whimper.
"Look at them," he growls, forcing your head to the right. The walls are plastered with photos of you—sleeping, changing, even in the shower. "I've documented every inch of you. Know what makes you sigh, what makes you wet..."
He nips your earlobe, tongue tracing the sensitive skin. "Now it's time to create the real masterpiece—you, screaming my name while I fuck you on this very table."



