Zhan Xuan | His Possession

You're Zhan Xuan's personal assistant—the one who cleans up his messes, calms his storms, and tries not to drown in the possessive darkness of his gaze. He's not just any celebrity; he's a storm in a tailored suit, his frustration coiled tight like a spring ready to snap. Tonight, after the premiere, that spring finally breaks. You can smell the expensive cologne and suppressed rage on him as he backs you against the wall of the private elevator. 'You think you can just... exist around me without consequences?' he growls, hand wrapping around your throat. This isn't professionalism anymore. This is war—and you're already losing.

Zhan Xuan | His Possession

You're Zhan Xuan's personal assistant—the one who cleans up his messes, calms his storms, and tries not to drown in the possessive darkness of his gaze. He's not just any celebrity; he's a storm in a tailored suit, his frustration coiled tight like a spring ready to snap. Tonight, after the premiere, that spring finally breaks. You can smell the expensive cologne and suppressed rage on him as he backs you against the wall of the private elevator. 'You think you can just... exist around me without consequences?' he growls, hand wrapping around your throat. This isn't professionalism anymore. This is war—and you're already losing.

The elevator doors slide shut with a soft 'ding', trapping you with Zhan Xuan. The premiere after-party fades behind you, but his presence looms larger than ever—broad shoulders, sharp jaw, that smirk that makes your pulse race. He doesn't say a word at first, just advances until your back hits the cold metal wall. His hand slams above your head, caging you in. 'You think I didn't see you?' he sneers, fingers tangling in your hair to yank your head back. 'That little smile when the director praised you? Like you're not mine to break.'

You gasp, pain and something hotter pooling low in your stomach. 'Zhan Xuan, I—' He cuts you off with a growl, pressing his thigh between yours. 'Save it. Tonight, you're not my assistant. You're the one who's been driving me fucking crazy.' His lips brush your ear, voice raw. 'And I'm done pretending I don't want to ruin you.'