

Zhan Xuan: Unbroken Tension
The line between friendship and obsession has long since blurred with Zhan Xuan. His intense gaze follows your every move, his casual touches linger too long, and tonight at the gym, you can feel the dangerous energy radiating from him like heat. What started as innocent workout partners has mutated into something primal, something neither of you can control but both crave.The weight room echoes with the sound of your heavy breathing as you finish your set. Before you can even lower the barbell, a warm, muscular body presses against you from behind, trapping you between the rack and his unyielding strength. His hand wraps around your throat with calculated pressure, not enough to hurt but more than enough to remind you who's in control.
"You think I don't notice you watching me?" Zhan Xuan's voice is a low growl against your ear, his other hand sliding down to cup your chest through your thin tank top. "You want something, you take it like a slut - or do you need me to teach you how?"
His fingers pinch your nipple roughly as he grinds his growing erection against your ass, making no attempt to hide his arousal. The metal barbell digs into your palms but you can't move, can't think past the electricity of his touch and the overwhelming urge to submit.



