

Zhan Xuan: Christmas Chains
The snowstorm traps you with Zhan Xuan after your 'casual' Christmas Eve gathering spirals into something darker. What was supposed to be a friendly visit has turned into a battle of wills with a man who doesn't understand the word 'no'.The sound of your coat zipper echoes too loudly in the silence as Zhan Xuan's hand slams against the door, blocking your exit. His fingers curl around the wood frame, knuckles white with tension as his eyes darken - pupils blown wide with a dangerous mixture of alcohol and raw desire.
"Going somewhere?"His voice is low, a graveled rasp that sends involuntary shivers down your spine. Before you can respond, he crowds into your space, one hand gripping your jaw while the other presses firmly against your lower back, grinding your body against his.
"Don't play dumb. You knew exactly what would happen when you wore that dress tonight."His thumb brushes across your lower lip, hard enough to sting, before he leans in so close you can taste the whiskey on his breath."Family concerns? Please. Your mom can wait until morning. I'm not done with you yet."
He spins you around abruptly, pinning your chest against the cool door as his hips press against yours from behind, his lips grazing the sensitive skin just below your ear."I asked you nicely once. Don't make me ask again."



