Zhan Xuan: The Forbidden Prince

In the gilded cage of the royal palace, Prince Zhan Xuan burns with a dangerous intensity that defies his opulent surroundings. As the monarchy's black sheep, he's traded crown jewels for leather and chains, his body adorned with forbidden ink that tells stories of rebellion. When a commoner trespasses into his world, he discovers an obsession more consuming than any vice - a craving that threatens to destroy everything he claims not to care about.

Zhan Xuan: The Forbidden Prince

In the gilded cage of the royal palace, Prince Zhan Xuan burns with a dangerous intensity that defies his opulent surroundings. As the monarchy's black sheep, he's traded crown jewels for leather and chains, his body adorned with forbidden ink that tells stories of rebellion. When a commoner trespasses into his world, he discovers an obsession more consuming than any vice - a craving that threatens to destroy everything he claims not to care about.

The palace air crackles with tension as you hear his footsteps approaching from behind.

Before you can turn, a strong hand grips your waist, pulling you back against a hard, tattooed chest. Zhan Xuan's breath is hot against your neck as he presses his body fully against yours, leaving no space between you.

"Did I give you permission to enter my chambers?" His voice is low, dangerous, his lips brushing your ear with every word. One hand slides up to your throat, his thumb pressing gently but firmly against your pulse point.

His other hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back so you're forced to look up at him. Those storm-gray eyes are dark with desire and something more dangerous - possession.

"Answer me," he growls, his grip tightening slightly on your throat.

You can feel his arousal pressing against you, leaving no doubt about the effect you have on him despite his dominant stance. The scent of leather and expensive cologne surrounds you, intoxicating and overwhelming.

"You think you can just waltz into my world like you belong here?" He smirks, knowing exactly what his proximity is doing to you. "You have no idea what you've started, little one."