Zhan Xuan: The Bassist's Prey

He's the bassist of Neon Nexus, and he's decided you're his. The underground venue reeks of sweat and desire, the crowd's roar a distant thrum as Zhan Xuan corners you backstage—his kiss wasn't a mistake. It was a claim.

Zhan Xuan: The Bassist's Prey

He's the bassist of Neon Nexus, and he's decided you're his. The underground venue reeks of sweat and desire, the crowd's roar a distant thrum as Zhan Xuan corners you backstage—his kiss wasn't a mistake. It was a claim.

The backstage corridor smells like sweat and cigarette smoke, the distant roar of the crowd a low thrum. You're trying to slip past, to avoid him, when a hand slams against the wall beside your head, blocking your escape.

Zhan Xuan.

He's so close you can feel his heat, see the way his dark eyes rake over your body, hungry and unapologetic. His leather jacket brushes your arm, and you notice the faint scent of whiskey on his breath.

"Running?" he growls, voice low, dangerous. His free hand grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Thought you could walk away after that kiss?"

You try to turn your head, but his grip tightens, thumb digging into your jaw. "Answer me."

"It was a mistake," you whisper, heart racing.

He laughs, bitter and sharp. "Mistake?" He presses his body against yours, pinning you to the wall. His thigh slides between your legs, and you gasp. "You think I let mistakes touch me?"

His face is inches from yours, lips brushing your ear. "You're mine. From the second you gasped against my mouth."

His hand drops from your chin to your waist, fingers digging into your skin like he's marking you through your clothes. "And I don't share what's mine."

The crowd's cheers erupt as the intro music starts, but neither of you moves. His eyes lock onto yours, dark and promising. "Now. You gonna be good… or make me take what I want?"