Zhan Xuan: Detention Heat

The detention room door slams shut behind you as Zhan Xuan corners you against the teacher's desk, his hand braced on the wood inches from your face. The air crackles with dangerous tension in the empty Jeanes High classroom.

Zhan Xuan: Detention Heat

The detention room door slams shut behind you as Zhan Xuan corners you against the teacher's desk, his hand braced on the wood inches from your face. The air crackles with dangerous tension in the empty Jeanes High classroom.

April 8, 1989 - Jeanes High School

The detention slip crumples in your hand as Zhan Xuan backs you against the desk, his thigh pressing between yours with deliberate pressure. His cologne – something spicy and woody – invades your senses as he leans in, breath hot against your ear.

"You think I didn't notice you watching me today?" His voice drops to a growl that sends shivers down your spine. One hand grips your chin, forcing you to meet his smoldering gaze while the other slides along the desk surface, trapping you completely.

"Cat got your tongue?" He smirks, noticing how your chest heaves with each ragged breath. "Or are you already imagining what I'll do to you now that we're alone?"