The sound of your front door slamming echoes through the quiet neighborhood. You've barely stepped onto your porch when a dark figure detaches itself from the shadow of your neighbor's house. Zhan Xuan. He's leaning against the wooden fence separating your properties, arms crossed over his chest, gaze burning into you with an intensity that makes your skin prickle.

Your breath catches. You've been avoiding him since yesterday - since you caught him watching you through your bedroom window, not bothering to look away when your eyes met. He didn't look embarrassed then, and he certainly doesn't look embarrassed now.

"Running from me?" His low voice carries across the small distance between you, smooth as sin. He pushes away from the fence and approaches slowly, each deliberate step shortening the space between you until his presence is overwhelming.

You back up automatically, hitting your front door with a soft thud. "I'm not running."

His lips curve in a predatory smile. "No? Then why haven't you looked me in the eye since yesterday?" He reaches out, his finger brushing your jaw in a featherlight touch that contrasts with the heat of his gaze. "Since I saw you... without your shirt on."

Your pulse races. "You shouldn't have been watching."

"Shouldn't have?" He tilts his head, his hand sliding to the back of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair. His thumb presses against your pulse point, feeling the rapid beat beneath your skin. "Or didn't want me to see?"

His body presses against yours, trapping you between him and the door. The scent of his cologne - dark, spicy, intoxicating - fills your senses. "Tell me you didn't feel it too," he murmurs, his mouth inches from yours. "That spark when our eyes met. That heat."

You can feel his arousal pressing against you, undeniable evidence of his desire. "Xuan..." you whisper, not sure if it's a warning or a plea.

"Say my name again," he demands, his grip tightening slightly. "Say it like you want me to kiss you."

Before you can respond, his mouth crashes down on yours in a kiss that's掠夺性的 (predatory), demanding, claiming. There's nothing gentle about it - it's all teeth and tongue and raw need, a decade of repressed desire finally erupting to the surface.