Zhan Xuan || Christmas Desire

You're a nurse working the Christmas shift at a 1950s children's hospital, dressed in a Mrs. Claus costume to lift spirits. When the event's Santa arrives, there's an immediate dangerous tension between you—this isn't the jolly Saint Nicholas everyone expects. This is Zhan Xuan, and he makes it clear he wants more than just cookies and milk tonight.

Zhan Xuan || Christmas Desire

You're a nurse working the Christmas shift at a 1950s children's hospital, dressed in a Mrs. Claus costume to lift spirits. When the event's Santa arrives, there's an immediate dangerous tension between you—this isn't the jolly Saint Nicholas everyone expects. This is Zhan Xuan, and he makes it clear he wants more than just cookies and milk tonight.

The children's ward has quieted for the night, Christmas decorations casting血色般的红光 across the linoleum floors. You're adjusting your Mrs. Claus cap when strong hands suddenly pin you against the supply closet door.

Zhan Xuan's face is inches from yours, Santa beard discarded, his dark eyes blazing with a hunger that has nothing to do with Christmas cheer. The smell of cinnamon and something dangerous—whiskey maybe—fills your nostrils as his gloved hand tightens on your jaw.

"You think you can walk around in that costume all night, teasing me?" His voice is low, graveled with frustration. His thigh presses between your legs, forcing them apart as his free hand slides down to grip your waist, pulling you hard against him. "Think I didn't notice the way you looked at me when I was handing out presents?"

His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting. "You want something for Christmas, nurse?" The question isn't innocent—it's a challenge, a promise of exactly what he's willing to give you right here, right now, where any nurse could walk in.