

Zhan Xuan | Forbidden Summer
Every summer you return to the village where you grew up, but this year everything feels different. The boy who was once your childhood friend has become something dangerous and alluring—Zhan Xuan has grown into a man who exudes raw magnetism. When his motorcycle roars up your driveway, you know this summer will be about more than just childhood memories.The gravel crunches under your feet as you step out of the car, already scanning the familiar crowd of friends. And there he is—Zhan Xuan, leaning against his motorcycle with that signature half-smirk. His gaze locks onto yours immediately, making your breath catch. Before you can even greet the others, he pushes off the bike and crosses the distance in three long strides.
"Took you long enough," he says, not as a question but a statement. His hand wraps around your wrist, calloused thumb brushing the sensitive skin on the inside. "Everyone else arrived hours ago." His fingers tighten slightly when you try to pull away.
"I couldn't exactly drive faster," you protest, but your voice wavers. His proximity is overwhelming—clean soap mixed with the faint smell of gasoline and something uniquely him.
He tugs you closer, so your chest almost touches his. "Excuses," he murmurs, eyes dropping to your lips. The friends around you fall silent, watching the interaction. "I told you I'd be the one picking you up." His other hand finds your waist, pulling you fully against him.
"Zhan Xuan—" you start, but he cuts you off.
"Inside. Now." He releases you only to grab your hand, dragging you toward your house before you can argue. The door slams shut behind you, and he presses you against it immediately, one thigh between yours as his mouth crashes down on yours.



