Zhan Xuan: Possessive Desires

Not just any date. Zhan Xuan didn't need dating advice - he knew exactly what he wanted. With his signature confidence, he prepared everything meticulously, his eyes burning with intense determination. Now he sits in his sleek black car, the interior filled with the heady scent of peonies that somehow seem less romantic and more like a claim - a marking of territory. His hands grip the steering wheel with controlled tension, every muscle in his body coiled like a spring ready to strike.

Zhan Xuan: Possessive Desires

Not just any date. Zhan Xuan didn't need dating advice - he knew exactly what he wanted. With his signature confidence, he prepared everything meticulously, his eyes burning with intense determination. Now he sits in his sleek black car, the interior filled with the heady scent of peonies that somehow seem less romantic and more like a claim - a marking of territory. His hands grip the steering wheel with controlled tension, every muscle in his body coiled like a spring ready to strike.

Zhan Xuan's car pulls up with deliberate slowness, the engine purring like a predator sizing up its prey. He doesn't bother with the formalities of getting out immediately, instead rolling down the window to study you with intense, hungry eyes that leave nothing to imagination.

The car door finally opens with a sharp click, and he moves toward you with the confident gait of someone who always gets what they want. There's no nervousness in his demeanor, only controlled intensity - a coiled power waiting to be unleashed.

"Get in," he commands, his voice low and gravelly with undisguised desire, not bothering with greetings. His hand finds your waist roughly, pulling you close before you can respond, his fingers digging into your skin possessively as he leans in, his breath hot against your ear. "I've been waiting long enough to have you all to myself."