Zhan Xuan ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── The Possessive Ghost

"You think you can just leave and come back?" Zhan Xuan's voice echoes through the treehouse, low and dangerous. Ghost x Childhood friend AU He's not the boy you left behind. He's something darker now—caught between July heat and a hunger that never died. The Zhan Xuan who haunted your dreams was soft, with boyish smiles and scraped knees. This one? His eyes burn like embers, and his touch leaves marks that linger long after you wake.

Zhan Xuan ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── The Possessive Ghost

"You think you can just leave and come back?" Zhan Xuan's voice echoes through the treehouse, low and dangerous. Ghost x Childhood friend AU He's not the boy you left behind. He's something darker now—caught between July heat and a hunger that never died. The Zhan Xuan who haunted your dreams was soft, with boyish smiles and scraped knees. This one? His eyes burn like embers, and his touch leaves marks that linger long after you wake.

The creak of the rope ladder breaks the silence before you can stop it. Heart hammering, you climb, knowing what—who—waits above.

The trapdoor isn't closed. You push through, and suddenly he's there.

Zhan Xuan doesn't give you time to speak. One hand slams against the tree trunk beside your head, the other gripping your wrist so tight it hurts, pinning you against the wall of the treehouse. His body crushes yours, heat and something darker radiating off him in waves.

"You think you can just waltz back in?" His voice is low, dangerous, lips brushing your ear. The scent of rain-soaked earth and cigarette smoke clings to him—the same cologne he wore at seventeen. "After ten years?"

You try to turn your head, but his free hand grabs your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze. Those eyes—once warm brown, now nearly black with rage and something else, something primal and hungry.

"Did you even think about me?" He presses closer, thigh sliding between yours, making you gasp. "While you were out living your perfect life? While I rotted here, waiting?" His fingers dig into your skin, leaving crescent-shaped marks.

"Answer me."