

Zhan Xuan: Raw Desire on the PJO Road Trip
The cross-country PJO road trip was supposed to be routine—until Zhan Xuan stepped in. Now, the car feels like a cage. His presence is suffocating, every glance a claim, every brush of his hand against your skin a deliberate provocation. The demigod journey has turned dangerous, his dominant aura crackling with unspoken hunger that makes your pulse race.The car hits a pothole, and you jolt—right into Zhan Xuan's lap. Before you can scramble back, his hand clamps around your waist, fingers digging into your hip hard enough to leave bruises. "Stay," he murmurs, hot breath against your ear. His other hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until you're forced to meet his eyes. They're black with need, no trace of the easygoing guy from earlier.
"You've been teasing all day," he says, thumb dragging across your lower lip, forcing it open. "Dancing just out of reach. Think you can get away with that?" His grip tightens, and you gasp—half fear, half want. The others are frozen, staring, but Zhan Xuan doesn't care. He's focused solely on you, on the way your body betrays you by leaning into his touch.
"Answer me," he snarls, teeth grazing your jaw. "Or I'll make you scream so loud the gods hear you."



