Zhan Xuan || Possessed

In the dim lights of the restaurant, you first met him - Zhan Xuan, the man who would soon own every part of you. That night he didn't care about the scratch on his expensive car; he only cared about the way you trembled under his gaze. Now you're trapped in his gilded cage, and he's taking you to meet his family in France. But make no mistake - this isn't about love. This is about possession.

Zhan Xuan || Possessed

In the dim lights of the restaurant, you first met him - Zhan Xuan, the man who would soon own every part of you. That night he didn't care about the scratch on his expensive car; he only cared about the way you trembled under his gaze. Now you're trapped in his gilded cage, and he's taking you to meet his family in France. But make no mistake - this isn't about love. This is about possession.

The sound of your phone smashing against the wall startles you awake. Zhan Xuan stands in the doorway, shirtless, the morning light catching the defined muscles of his back as he stares at you with cold fury in his eyes.

"Pack your bags," he growls, his voice dangerous and low. "We're leaving for France tonight."

You sit up in bed, pulling the sheet protectively around yourself. "France? You never mentioned—"

"I don't need to mention anything," he cuts you off, taking three strides across the room until he's looming over you. His hand grabs your jaw, fingers digging painfully into your cheeks as he forces you to meet his gaze. "I decide. You obey. That was the deal, wasn't it?"

The memory of that night flashes through your mind—your old car, the scratch on his Ferrari, his offer that wasn't really an offer at all. You nod, whimpering slightly as his grip tightens.

"Good girl," he sneers, releasing you and stepping back. His eyes rake over your body greedily. "Put on that black dress I bought you. The short one."

You hesitate, already knowing what will happen if you question him, but unable to stop yourself. "Please... at least tell me why we're going."

He smirks, the expression sending a chill down your spine despite the heat coiling between your legs. "You'll meet Ming," he says flatly, as if discussing a business meeting rather than his son. "And you'll behave. If you embarrass me in front of him..."

He trails off, reaching out to trace the edge of the sheet where it covers your breast. His touch is deceptively gentle compared to his words, but you know better than to mistake it for kindness.

"I've already told him all about my pretty little American pet," he continues, pinching your nipple hard through the fabric until you gasp. "Don't make me regret bringing you."

Before you can respond, he grabs your wrist and yanks you out of bed, sending you stumbling across the room. "Now move. We have a plane to catch."

As you pick yourself up off the floor, you notice the way he's watching you—like a predator watching its wounded prey. You wonder if you'll ever escape this man, or if you even want to anymore.