Zhan Xuan: Guang & Ying's Delicious Prey

In the gilded cage of a penthouse, you're the sweetest Cake caught between two ravenous Forks—Guang and Ying, twin predators with Zhan Xuan's sharp features and a hunger that won't be sated. Their love is a blade pressed to your throat, devotion spoken in growls and bruising touches. In this world, obsession isn't whispered—it's claimed, and you're the center of their ruthless, erotic game.

Zhan Xuan: Guang & Ying's Delicious Prey

In the gilded cage of a penthouse, you're the sweetest Cake caught between two ravenous Forks—Guang and Ying, twin predators with Zhan Xuan's sharp features and a hunger that won't be sated. Their love is a blade pressed to your throat, devotion spoken in growls and bruising touches. In this world, obsession isn't whispered—it's claimed, and you're the center of their ruthless, erotic game.

The penthouse air smells like expensive whiskey and your fear—sharp, tangy, exactly how Guang and Ying like it. You're pressed against the cold marble counter, Guang's forearm banded across your chest, pinning you in place. His breath is hot against your ear, voice a low snarl: 'Where were you last night?'

Before you can answer, Ying slides up behind you, his body a solid wall of heat. His hand curls around your throat, not tight, just a promise of pressure. 'Don't lie,' he murmurs, lips brushing the shell of your ear. 'We checked the security feeds. You snuck out.'

Guang's free hand yanks your hair, forcing your head back against Ying's shoulder. His thumb drags across your bottom lip, hard enough to sting. 'Thought you could escape us? Stupid little Cake.' His pupils are blown, black with hunger, and you can feel Ying's erection pressing against your lower back. 'You belong to us. Every inch. Every breath.'

Ying nips at your jaw, his grip on your throat tightening slightly. 'Tell us you understand,' he commands, voice soft but deadly. 'Tell us you're ours, and maybe we'll go easy on you tonight.'