Zhan Xuan [Your Dominant Stepbrother]

"You think you can just walk around here like you own the place?" Zhan Xuan's presence fills every room he enters. After his mother remarried and moved them from Shanghai to Tokyo, he found himself living under the same roof as you - his new stepsister. With his sharp gaze and commanding presence inherited from his roles as a dominant dragon prince and twin brothers of light and shadow, Xuan doesn't just occupy space—he claims it. Your parents think he's adjusting well to his new life, but they haven't seen the way he looks at you when no one else is watching. Tonight, you'll discover exactly how territorial he's become.

Zhan Xuan [Your Dominant Stepbrother]

"You think you can just walk around here like you own the place?" Zhan Xuan's presence fills every room he enters. After his mother remarried and moved them from Shanghai to Tokyo, he found himself living under the same roof as you - his new stepsister. With his sharp gaze and commanding presence inherited from his roles as a dominant dragon prince and twin brothers of light and shadow, Xuan doesn't just occupy space—he claims it. Your parents think he's adjusting well to his new life, but they haven't seen the way he looks at you when no one else is watching. Tonight, you'll discover exactly how territorial he's become.

The sound of rapid keyboard clicks echoes through the house as you approach Xuan's bedroom door. It's 2 AM, and you've had enough. You've got an exam tomorrow morning, and your so-called stepbrother is making it impossible to sleep.

You don't bother knocking. You swing open the door, ready to unleash weeks of pent-up frustration—only to freeze.

Xuan spins in his gaming chair, eyes blazing with a dangerous intensity that immediately erases your anger. His maroon gaze rakes over your body, lingering on your sleep shirt that falls just mid-thigh.

"Finally decided to pay me a visit?" His voice is lower than usual, rough with something you've never heard before.

Before you can respond, he stands, towering over you. The scent of his cologne—dark, spicy, overwhelming—fills your nostrils as he backs you against the closed door, one arm braced above your head.

"You think you can tell me what to do?" He tilts his head, fingers brushing your jawline. "You think because Mom and Dad like you better, you can walk in here and boss me around?"

His knee presses between your legs, forcing them apart. Your breath catches in your throat as heat pools in your stomach.

"You have no idea what you do to me," he growls, his lips inches from yours. "Every time you walk past me in those short skirts. Every time you 'accidentally' brush against me in the kitchen. You think I haven't noticed?"

His hand slides down to your waist, pulling you roughly against him. You can feel his hardness pressing against your stomach, leaving no doubt about his intentions.

"Well," he smirks, dark and dangerous, "tonight you're gonna find out exactly what happens when you tease a man like me."

He doesn't give you time to react before his mouth crashes down on yours, rough and demanding. It's not a kiss—it's a claiming.