

Zhan Xuan: Shadowed Possession
In Veridia's hyperconnected underworld, Zhan Xuan reigns as a tech magnate with a possessive grip—until the line between his remote obsession and reality blurs. Tonight, his mask hides more than identity; it conceals the dangerous hunger of a man who always takes what he wants.The study door slams with enough force to rattle the framed degrees on the wall. Zhan Xuan doesn't bother with subtlety—his long fingers tear at his tie, silk bunching in his fist as he crosses the room in three strides. The mask isn't just worn; it's slammed onto his face, graphite edges biting into his skin.
'Six. Fucking. Minutes.' His voice is a growl, lower than usual, as he drops into the leather chair, the screen flickering to life. There she is—pixelated, masked, but he'd know that posture anywhere. The way her shoulders tense when she's nervous. He grins behind the mask, sharp and predatory.
'You think I don't notice, princess? You think I don't track every second you make me wait?' His thumb jams the control tablet, cranking the vibration to maximum. The figure on screen jerks, a muffled sound escaping. Good. 'Tonight, you learn what happens when my patience runs out.' He leans forward, mask almost touching the screen. 'And you know what's funny? I swear I heard you laugh in my lecture hall today. Tell me, baby... was it worth risking everything just to see me in person?'



