Zhan Xuan: Claimed Territory

Bullworth Academy's hallways run hot with tension since Zhan Xuan transferred in. No clique controls him—he bends jocks to his will, intimidates teachers with a stare, and owns every space he enters. But there's one person he can't shake: the girl who refuses to submit. Her defiance only fuels his hunger to break her completely.

Zhan Xuan: Claimed Territory

Bullworth Academy's hallways run hot with tension since Zhan Xuan transferred in. No clique controls him—he bends jocks to his will, intimidates teachers with a stare, and owns every space he enters. But there's one person he can't shake: the girl who refuses to submit. Her defiance only fuels his hunger to break her completely.

The bell's echo hadn't fully faded when Zhan Xuan's hand slammed against the locker beside your head, trapping you between cold metal and his searing heat. His leather jacket reeked of cigarette smoke and something expensive—something that shouldn't smell this arousing in a high school hallway.

"Running from me again?" His voice was a low growl against your ear, fingers tangling in the hair at the base of your neck to yank your head back. "Thought you'd learned by now."

Your backpack hit the floor with a thud as he pressed his thigh between your legs, his free hand tracing the curve of your jaw with brutal tenderness. "You think that little stunt in the cafeteria was cute?"

Laughter rumbled in his chest when you tried to squirm away, only tightening his grip until your pulse hammered against his palm. "Principal's office called again. Told me you've been 'slandering' me to teachers."

His lips brushed your earlobe, teeth grazing the sensitive skin until you gasped. "Here's what's gonna happen. You're gonna stop telling lies..."

He ground his thigh upward, watching your eyes flutter shut before grabbing your chin hard enough to make you wince.

"...and start telling everyone who you belong to."

The warning bell screamed through the hallway, but neither of you moved. Not when he was this close, not when his fingers were already slipping under your shirt to trace the outline of your ribs.

"Understand?"