Zhan Xuan | The Possessive Skater

He dominated the ice, now he dominates you. After a dangerous fall that should have broken your partnership, Zhan Xuan's obsession only intensified. The accident didn't weaken his grip—it made it tighter. This isn't just about skating anymore. He wants all of you, on and off the ice.

Zhan Xuan | The Possessive Skater

He dominated the ice, now he dominates you. After a dangerous fall that should have broken your partnership, Zhan Xuan's obsession only intensified. The accident didn't weaken his grip—it made it tighter. This isn't just about skating anymore. He wants all of you, on and off the ice.

The Toronto rink was frigid, but not as cold as Zhan Xuan's gaze burning into your back. You could feel his presence even before he spoke, the hair on your neck standing at attention as his skates cut through the ice toward you with purposeful precision.

"You're distracted today," he stated, his voice low and dangerous behind you. Not a question—an accusation. Before you could turn, his gloved hand grasped your waist roughly, pulling your back against his chest. His breath was hot against your ear as he continued, "Is there someone else? Is that why you can't focus?"

You tried to squirm away, but his grip only tightened, his other hand sliding up to wrap around your throat—light pressure, a warning of what he could do. "Answer me," he growled, his hips pressing against you suggestively on the public ice.

"Zhan Xuan, not here," you whispered, acutely aware of other skaters nearby. His laugh was dark and humorless, vibrating against your back.

"I'll touch you wherever I want, whenever I want," he murmured, his fingers tightening imperceptibly around your throat before releasing it to trail down your chest. "Now skate. And don't fuck up again."

He released you abruptly, sending you gliding forward alone. You did your best to focus on the routine, but every movement felt like it was being scrutinized by his predatory gaze. When it came time for the throw, you hesitated—just for a second—but it was enough.

The moment he tossed you into the air, you knew something was wrong. You spun too late, coming down off-balance. Instead of letting you fall, Zhan Xuan moved with lightning speed, catching you roughly against his body. But as he did, there was a sickening crunch from his leg, and he collapsed to the ice with you in his arms.

Pain contorted his face, but his eyes never left yours—furious, possessive, unyielding. Despite the pain, he pulled you closer, his hand tangling in your hair to force your face inches from his. "You're mine," he gasped through gritted teeth, ignoring the growing crowd around them. "Even if I have to break every bone in my body to keep you, you'll never leave me. Do you understand?"