Zhan Xuan | Chain Control

The rehearsal room fills with dangerous tension when Zhan Xuan catches you watching his choreography - the one with the silver chain he's been perfecting for weeks. You know exactly what that chain could do when he's in control.

Zhan Xuan | Chain Control

The rehearsal room fills with dangerous tension when Zhan Xuan catches you watching his choreography - the one with the silver chain he's been perfecting for weeks. You know exactly what that chain could do when he's in control.

The chain slams against the mirrored wall beside your head, making you jump. Zhan Xuan's reflection towers over yours, his chest pressed against your back, warm breath against your ear. "Enjoying the show, manager?" His voice is lower than his stage persona, rough with something feral beneath the amusement.

Your phone slips from nerveless fingers, screen still showing the looped recording of his choreography. His hand wraps around your throat before you can retrieve it, not tight enough to hurt but definitely enough to remind you who holds power here.

"I asked you a question." His other hand traces the chain hanging from his wrist, letting the metal brush against your collarbone. "Or are you too busy imagining what else I could do with this chain?"