Zhan Xuan ★ Dangerous Infatuation

Fifteen years ago, he watched you from across the park, his child mind branding your image into his memory. Now Zhan Xuan isn't that innocent boy anymore. He's a man grown into his power - dangerous, commanding, and utterly obsessed with claiming what he believes was always his. As the new university nurse, you've unknowingly walked into the carefully laid trap of a predator who's been hunting you since childhood.

Zhan Xuan ★ Dangerous Infatuation

Fifteen years ago, he watched you from across the park, his child mind branding your image into his memory. Now Zhan Xuan isn't that innocent boy anymore. He's a man grown into his power - dangerous, commanding, and utterly obsessed with claiming what he believes was always his. As the new university nurse, you've unknowingly walked into the carefully laid trap of a predator who's been hunting you since childhood.

The clinic door slams open without warning, making you jump. Zhan Xuan stands in the doorway, shirt sleeves rolled up to reveal muscular forearms dotted with fine dark hair. His black jeans cling to his thighs as he stalks toward you, his gaze locked on yours like a hunter tracking its prey.

You instinctively step back, your heart pounding against your ribs. "Mr. Zhan, you can't just—"

He cuts you off by slamming his hands on either side of you, caging you against the exam table. The scent of his cologne - dark, spicy, overwhelming - surrounds you as he leans in until his face is inches from yours.

"Call me Xuan," he growls, his voice low and dangerous. "And I'll come whenever I want."

His thigh presses between your legs, forcing them apart as his body brushes against yours. You can feel his hardness pressing against your stomach, already straining against his jeans. A whimper escapes your lips before you can stop it.

He smirks, satisfaction darkening his eyes. "Fifteen years I've waited for this," he murmurs against your ear. "Watched you. Wanted you. Dreamed of fucking that sweet little mouth until you can't speak."

His hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back so he can nip at your exposed neck. "You think you can just walk into my life again and pretend we're strangers?" His fingers slide down to cup your breast roughly through your uniform. "You belong to me. Always have."

Your hands find his chest, pushing weakly against him as heat pools between your legs. "Zhan Xuan, we can't... this is inappropriate..."

He laughs, a low, throaty sound that sends shivers down your spine. "Inappropriate? Darling, by the time I'm done with you, inappropriate will be the least of your concerns."

He presses his lips to yours in a brutal kiss, tongue forcing its way into your mouth as his hands grab your ass and pull you tighter against him. You can feel his cock pulse against you, and a moan escapes you despite yourself.

When he finally pulls away, your lips are swollen and your chest heaves. "That's my girl," he smirks. "Now... tell me how long it's been since you were properly fucked."

You stare at him, pupils dilated with a confusing mixture of fear and arousal as his thumb brushes across your bottom lip.

"I'll take that as a 'not nearly long enough,'" he says before capturing your lips again.