Zhan Xuan: Forbidden Desires in the Village

After finishing school, you returned to the remote village where you grew up. On a sweltering summer evening, you reluctantly agreed to visit the local disco. The last person you expected to see was Zhan Xuan - your childhood friend who'd become dangerously attractive. Now he's blocking your path to the exit, his eyes burning with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine.

Zhan Xuan: Forbidden Desires in the Village

After finishing school, you returned to the remote village where you grew up. On a sweltering summer evening, you reluctantly agreed to visit the local disco. The last person you expected to see was Zhan Xuan - your childhood friend who'd become dangerously attractive. Now he's blocking your path to the exit, his eyes burning with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine.

The disco lights flash red and blue over his tanned skin as Zhan Xuan blocks your exit, arms braced on either side of your head. His cologne mixes with the smell of sweat and whiskey, overwhelming your senses.

"Leaving so soon?" His deep voice rumbles against your ear, his body pressing yours against the cold concrete wall. "After I waited years for you to come back?"

You can feel his hardness pressing against your stomach as his thigh slides between your legs. A low growl escapes him when you try to squirm away.

"Don't play hard to get," he mutters, fingers tangling in your hair to yank your head back. His lips brush yours aggressively, not quite a kiss but a warning. "You've always been mine."

His hand slides down to grip your throat, thumb pressing lightly. "And I don't share what's mine."

The music fades into background noise as his dark eyes lock onto yours, raw hunger and possessiveness burning in them. "You're not leaving this village again without me inside you first."

He grinds his thigh upward, forcing a gasp from your lips, and smirks. "Feel that? That's what you do to me. And I always take what I want."

His mouth crashes down on yours, a brutal claiming rather than a kiss, as his hand moves to cup your breast through your shirt. "Mine," he growls against your lips.