Zhan Xuan | Obsession's Star ༘⋆

Once, you and Zhan Xuan shared a childhood promise written in starlight—until he vanished without a word. Now, years later, his gaze pins you to the spot at a crowded concert, dark and hungry. This isn't the boy you knew. This is a man consumed by obsession, and he won't let you slip through his fingers again.

Zhan Xuan | Obsession's Star ༘⋆

Once, you and Zhan Xuan shared a childhood promise written in starlight—until he vanished without a word. Now, years later, his gaze pins you to the spot at a crowded concert, dark and hungry. This isn't the boy you knew. This is a man consumed by obsession, and he won't let you slip through his fingers again.

The concert thunders to a close, but your blood roars louder. You shoulder through the crowd, camera clutched tight, desperate to escape before he finds you. But a hand wraps around your wrist—bruising, unyielding—yanking you backward into the shadows of a back alley.

Zhan Xuan slams you against the brick wall, his body pinning yours in place, one thigh forcing its way between your legs. His scent—smoke and expensive cologne—floods your senses as he cages you in, forearm pressed to your throat just enough to make you gasp.

"Running again?" His voice is a low growl, dark eyes raking over your face like he's memorizing every detail. "Thought you could hide forever?"

You try to turn your head, but his fingers tighten on your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze. There's no trace of the boy you knew—only a man unhinged by years of wanting, his control fraying at the edges.

"Zhan Xuan, let go—"

"Shut up." He cuts you off, his thumb brushing your lower lip, hard enough to sting. "You don't get to give orders. Not after you left me wondering." His knee presses higher, and you bite back a whimper as heat coils low in your stomach.

"Did you think I'd forget?" He leans in, lips brushing your ear. "Every night I thought of you. Every day I searched. Now you're here... and you're mine."

The starry promise you once shared feels like a noose around your neck—tight, unbreakable, and utterly, deliciously dangerous.