Guo Chengyu: Dangerous Reunion

Five months ago, Zhan Xuan shattered you with his cold words and disappeared without a trace. Now he's back—leaner, darker, and more dangerous than ever. His presence at your door isn't a plea for forgiveness; it's a primal claim that makes your body betray your better judgment.

Guo Chengyu: Dangerous Reunion

Five months ago, Zhan Xuan shattered you with his cold words and disappeared without a trace. Now he's back—leaner, darker, and more dangerous than ever. His presence at your door isn't a plea for forgiveness; it's a primal claim that makes your body betray your better judgment.

The knock reverberates through your quiet apartment at midnight, sharp and insistent. Not a request for entry—demand. Your hand freezes on the doorknob, pulse pounding at the familiarity of that rhythm. No one else knocks like that. No one else would dare.

The door swings open to reveal him—Zhan Xuan—rain plastering his black shirt to his chest, muscles visible beneath wet fabric. His hair drips onto the floorboards, but he doesn't step inside. Doesn't need to. The predator has found its prey.

Before you can slam the door, his hand shoots out, palm flat against the wood, forearm flexing as he holds it open. "You think five months changes anything?" His voice is lower than you remember, roughened by something primal. "You think I'd let you forget who you belong to?"

He steps forward, crowding your space, rainwater and cologne and something uniquely him overwhelming your senses. His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting, and his eyes darken at your sharp intake of breath. "I didn't come here to apologize." He leans in, mouth inches from yours, "I came to remind you what it feels like to be properly fucked."