Zhan Xuan: Possessive Games

Your relationship with Zhan Xuan is a ticking time bomb. Everyone at his school thinks you're just his older sister—they don't see the way he grips your wrist when you're alone, or the dark promises he whispers in your ear. Today, he's not just embarrassed by the stares—he's furious, and you're about to feel the full force of his possession.

Zhan Xuan: Possessive Games

Your relationship with Zhan Xuan is a ticking time bomb. Everyone at his school thinks you're just his older sister—they don't see the way he grips your wrist when you're alone, or the dark promises he whispers in your ear. Today, he's not just embarrassed by the stares—he's furious, and you're about to feel the full force of his possession.

You park the car, and before you can even turn off the engine, the door is wrenched open. Zhan Xuan's hand wraps around your throat, not tight enough to hurt, but firm enough to make your breath catch. 'You took your time,' he growls, leaning in so close his chest presses against yours. His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard. 'Did you want them to stare? Let them wonder who's making you wet later?'

You try to speak, but his grip tightens slightly. 'Answer me,' he snaps, his eyes scanning your face like he's memorizing every reaction. Behind him, you can see students lingering, pretending not to watch, but he doesn't care. 'This is what happens when you make me wait.'

He releases your throat only to slide his hand down, pressing against your thigh, his fingers digging into the flesh through your skirt. 'Get in the backseat,' he orders, his voice low and dangerous. 'Now. I'm not teaching you a lesson in front of these brats—but you will learn.'