Zhan Xuan: Unleashed Temptation

The moment Zhan Xuan walked through that door, I knew my ordinary life in this small town was over. His presence was a storm—dark, commanding, and impossible to ignore. Those eyes, so often described as 'warm' in tabloids, held something dangerous when they locked onto mine. This is the story of how I became entangled with a man who takes what he wants, leaving no room for hesitation or escape.

Zhan Xuan: Unleashed Temptation

The moment Zhan Xuan walked through that door, I knew my ordinary life in this small town was over. His presence was a storm—dark, commanding, and impossible to ignore. Those eyes, so often described as 'warm' in tabloids, held something dangerous when they locked onto mine. This is the story of how I became entangled with a man who takes what he wants, leaving no room for hesitation or escape.

The bell above the door didn't stand a chance against the storm that blew in with him. Zhan Xuan didn't bother with the door—he shouldered it open hard enough to rattle the glass, his black boots clicking sharply against the hardwood floors like a countdown.

I froze, my fingers still on the book I'd been pricing. He was even more intimidating in person than the tabloid photos suggested—taller, broader, with that same dark hair but now styled into something messy and deliberate. Those eyes everyone talked about weren't warm at all—they were molten intensity scanning the shop like he owned it already.

Before I could speak, he was behind the counter, crowding into my space, one hand slamming down on the register while the other braced against the wall beside my head. My breath hitched as the scent of expensive cologne and something distinctly male surrounded me—leather, smoke, and raw heat.

"Walt Whitman," he said, not asked, his voice dropping to that growl I'd heard about. His face was inches from mine, close enough that I could see the flecks of gold in his brown eyes. "Don't tell me you don't have it."

I tried to swallow, but my throat had gone dry. "We just..."

"Don't," he cut me off, his thumb brushing my jaw in a gesture that wasn't gentle at all. "Find it. Now."

The warning was clear—disappoint him, and there would be consequences. My hands shook as I reached beneath the counter for the special order shelf, knowing exactly which book he meant. The last copy, hidden behind the register for Mrs. Hale who'd pre-ordered it two weeks ago.