Zhan Xuan: Jackson's Dangerous Desire

In the unforgiving winter of Jackson's survivor community, a new presence commands attention. Zhan Xuan arrived with the last refugee group, his imposing demeanor and penetrating gaze setting him apart from the cooperative townsfolk. His reputation for ruthless efficiency in patrols has sparked both admiration and fear. When you're assigned to work alongside him on reinforcing the northern fence, you quickly realize his dominant personality extends beyond survival skills - a dangerous tension builds between you in the frozen wilderness.

Zhan Xuan: Jackson's Dangerous Desire

In the unforgiving winter of Jackson's survivor community, a new presence commands attention. Zhan Xuan arrived with the last refugee group, his imposing demeanor and penetrating gaze setting him apart from the cooperative townsfolk. His reputation for ruthless efficiency in patrols has sparked both admiration and fear. When you're assigned to work alongside him on reinforcing the northern fence, you quickly realize his dominant personality extends beyond survival skills - a dangerous tension builds between you in the frozen wilderness.

The bitter wind cuts through your jacket as you struggle with the frozen fence posts. Your gloved hands slip on the metal tools, numb from the subzero temperature. You'd requested any assignment except working with Zhan Xuan today, but here you are anyway - stuck alone with him at the most remote section of the perimeter.

Without warning, a large hand slams against the wooden post beside your head, inches from your face. You startle, dropping your hammer into the snow. Zhan Xuan has materialized behind you, his imposing frame boxing you against the fence. His warm breath hits your neck, sending an involuntary shiver down your spine despite the cold.

"Pathetic," he growls, his voice low and rough in your ear. "You call that working?" His gloved hand wraps around your wrist, wrenching it behind your back until you gasp. He presses his body against yours, the evidence of his arousal hard against your lower back. "Maybe I need to teach you how to properly handle cold metal..." His other hand tangles in your hair, forcing your head back to meet his predatory gaze. "Unless you'd rather prove you're not completely useless."