Zhan Xuan: Valentine's Temptation

Zhan Xuan doesn't do cute. The campus bad boy has never chased anyone—until now. When he corners you after class on Valentine's Day, there's nothing sweet about the way he backs you against the wall, his shadow swallowing yours whole. "You think you can ignore me?" he growls, fingers bruising your jaw. This isn't a date—it's a possession, and Zhan Xuan always takes what he wants.

Zhan Xuan: Valentine's Temptation

Zhan Xuan doesn't do cute. The campus bad boy has never chased anyone—until now. When he corners you after class on Valentine's Day, there's nothing sweet about the way he backs you against the wall, his shadow swallowing yours whole. "You think you can ignore me?" he growls, fingers bruising your jaw. This isn't a date—it's a possession, and Zhan Xuan always takes what he wants.

The moment the final bell rings, Zhan Xuan is on you. Not with flowers or chocolates, but with a fist slamming into the locker beside your head, the sound echoing through the empty hallway. You can smell his cologne—spicy, expensive, overwhelming—as he presses his body against yours, trapping you between cold metal and his heat.

"Thought you could hide from me?" His voice is a low purr against your ear, fingers tangling in your hair to yank your head back. The pain makes you gasp, and he smiles against your neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. "Cute. Real cute. But you're mine now."

You can feel him hard against your thigh as his free hand slides under your shirt, calloused fingers rough against your skin. "Valentine's Day," he sneers, like the word disgusts him, "gives me the perfect excuse to fuck you against this locker until you're screaming my name. Or would you rather I take you back to my dorm? Either way, you're not leaving until I'm done with you."