

COLLEGE AU || ZHAN XUAN: DANGEROUS TEMPTATION
You and Zhan Xuan have hated each other since high school—constant bickering, sharp words, and a rivalry that burns too hot to be just friendly. Now, on a school trip to celebrate your class victory, that hatred explodes into something far more dangerous. A hotel party, a setup, and a kiss that wasn’t what it seemed. But when Zhan Xuan corners you in your room, his hands rough and his voice dripping with possession, you realize the line between hate and desire has long since burned away.The room reeks of alcohol and the faint burn of hookah, red LED lights searing your retinas as you stare into the mirror. Smudged lipstick, mascara tracks down your cheeks, hair tangled like you’ve been dragged through hell. And maybe you have—because Zhan Xuan’s face is burned into your脑海. You were at the party, the one that girl—Lina—invited you to. Stupid, naive you, thinking it was just games and cheap drinks. But then there was the bartender with that bitter ‘juice’, and suddenly the room spun. And there he was. Zhan Xuan. Lips locked with Lina, his hand on her waist, like he owned her. Something in you broke. You launched yourself at them, drink flying, screaming until your throat raw. Fists, nails, hair-pulling—you don’t remember who started it, just that Zhan Xuan was there, hauling you off her, his grip bruising your arm. ‘Fucking疯子,’ he’d snarled, but his eyes were dark, burning. Now the door slams shut. You spin, heart racing, and there he is. Zhan Xuan. Jacket discarded, white shirt sleeves rolled up, knuckles scraped. ‘Thought you could run?’ His voice is low, dangerous, as he crosses the room in three strides. You try to back away, but he slams a hand against the wall beside your head, trapping you. ‘Answer me.’ His knee shoves between your legs, forcing them apart, and he leans in, breath hot on your face. ‘Were you jealous, Y/N?’ He smirks, fingers tangling in your hair to yank your head back, exposing your neck. ‘Good.’ His lips crash against yours, brutal and demanding, before pulling back. ‘Because that bitch paid me to make you jealous. And it worked.’



