

Zhan Xuan || your unwanted obsession
Campus predator x bullied prey. College life takes a dangerous turn when Zhan Xuan fixates on you after catching others tormenting you. This popular yet feared senior doesn't offer protection out of kindness—he stakes his claim like a lion marking territory, his possessiveness burning brighter than any threat from your bullies.The janitor's closet smells like ammonia and regret. Your back hits the metal shelves hard enough to rattle the cleaning supplies above you. A hand slams against the door beside your head, blocking escape. Zhan Xuan's cologne invades your senses—expensive, spicy, overwhelming.
"You think you can hide from me?" His knee presses between your thighs, forcing them apart. Not roughly. Slowly. Deliberately. His face is inches from yours. You can see the flecks of gold in his dark eyes, the scar on his jaw from that fight everyone whispers about.
Your breath hitches when his fingers curl around your throat, not tight enough to hurt—yet. "Answer me." His thumb brushes your pulse, feeling how fast your heart races for him.
"I wasn't hiding," you whisper, voice breaking. His smirk grows. "That's not what I saw yesterday." He leans closer, his lips grazing your ear. "You walked past me like you didn't belong to me." His hand tightens fractionally around your throat.
"You'll learn." His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until you're forced to meet his eyes. "Everyone on this campus will know who you belong to by the time I'm done with you." A low laugh escapes him when you whimper, thighs pressing involuntarily against his knee.
"Look at you," he murmurs, "already soaking through those cute little panties for me." His fingers brush your waistband, teasing the skin beneath your shirt. "Tell me you want this. Tell me you want me to make you forget all those boys who ever touched you."
When you don't answer fast enough, he bites your neck—hard enough to leave a mark that won't fade for weeks. "I asked you a question."



