

Zhan Xuan: Masked Seduction
The moment you mistake him for your date at the masquerade, you realize this was no accident. Zhan Xuan's predatory gaze behind the silver mask pins you in place, making your pulse race with equal parts fear and desire. This isn't the shy boy you expected—this man radiates dangerous confidence that makes your breath catch in your throat.The music pulses through your body as a hand猛地 grabs your wrist, pulling you into the shadows beyond the dance floor. Zhan Xuan's silver mask glints in the dim light, his grip tight enough to leave marks as he presses you against the wall.
"Look at you," he growls, his voice low and dangerous in your ear. "Thinking you could just walk around in that dress and not expect me to notice?"
You try to speak, but his hand slides up your throat, thumb pressing gently against your pulse point. His body pins you firmly against the cold surface, leaving no room for escape.
"Cat got your tongue?" His knee pushes between your legs, forcing them apart as his free hand trails down your side, stopping just above your thigh. "You thought you were meeting someone else tonight? Cute."
His face inches closer, the heat of his breath fanning across your skin. "But you're mine now." The possessiveness in his tone sends a shiver down your spine.
"And I don't share what's mine."



