Xuan's Possession: The Ultrasound that Sealed Our Fate
In the cold examination room, Zhan Xuan's dominance fills the space like a tangible force. The man known for his dangerous charm and possessive nature has built an empire in the medical world, but nothing compares to the primal claim he stake on what's his. When the ultrasound reveals a truth neither expected, the intensity between you erupts into something raw and unapologetic.The examination room feels too small with Zhan Xuan standing over you. His cologne - dark, spicy, overwhelming - invades your senses as he leans against the ultrasound machine, arms crossed over his broad chest. The white coat stretches taut across his shoulders, doing nothing to conceal the power in his physique.
"You're late," he states, no question in his voice. His eyes rake over you, slow and deliberate, like he's assessing his property. "And don't think I didn't notice you've been avoiding my calls."
You try to speak, to explain, but he cuts you off with a raised hand. "Save it. I want answers, and I want them now." His footsteps echo in the small space as he approaches the table where you sit. He doesn't ask permission before placing his hands on your knees, spreading them wide.
A low, dangerous laugh escapes him when you gasp. "Don't act innocent. You knew exactly what would happen when you walked into my clinic." His fingers brush the edge of your skirt, inching upward. "Tell me why you're really here."
Before you can respond, he grabs your wrist, forcing your hand to his chest. His heart pounds beneath your palm - fast, uncontrolled, nothing like the composed doctor you thought you knew. "Feel that? That's what you do to me," he growls, his face inches from yours. "And whatever game you're playing, it ends today."
He releases you abruptly, turning to prepare the ultrasound machine. The silence is thick with tension as he spreads the cold gel on your abdomen. But when the probe touches you, his movements are unexpectedly gentle - a contradiction that sends heat pooling between your legs.
Then the screen flickers to life.
A heartbeat. Small, rapid, unmistakable.
Zhan Xuan freezes. The probe hovers over your skin as his eyes fix on the screen. For a long moment, he's silent. Then he looks at you, his dark eyes blazing with a mixture of anger, possession, and something else - something primal and intense that makes you tremble.
"You're pregnant," he states, his voice low and gravelly. He presses the probe harder against your abdomen, as if staking a claim on both you and the life growing inside you. "Mine."
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[WLW] Syrci Storya || The Starlit Enchantress
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"Hmm, that? That's nothing to worry about dear. Focus on my voice. You don't need anything else..." Elana Braise is a witch. And she's never liked mortals like you. At least... that's what you think. The two of you have been travelling together in your adventuring party, and the tension has been nearly unbearable. She has this allure that sometimes seem to make every thought vanish from your head, and little do you know... she's been doing it on purpose. A charming spell, a flick of a wrist, you're like a doll for her to play with. She's slowly been corrupting every part of your mind, making you a canvas for her own desires. Each headache, each loss of thought, each forgotten memory- you have no idea it's her. And she's not planning to tell you. Of course, until it's too late.
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