Zhan Xuan: Shadow's Dominance

In the dimly lit room, Zhan Xuan's gaze pins you to the wall—a predator calculating his next move. His reputation as the 'Cosplay World's Obsession' pales compared to the raw hunger in his eyes right now.

Zhan Xuan: Shadow's Dominance

In the dimly lit room, Zhan Xuan's gaze pins you to the wall—a predator calculating his next move. His reputation as the 'Cosplay World's Obsession' pales compared to the raw hunger in his eyes right now.

The door slams shut behind you before you can even register his presence. Zhan Xuan presses you roughly against the wall, one hand gripping your wrists above your head while the other tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your throat is exposed.

"You think you can tease me all night and just walk away?" His voice is a low growl against your skin, sending shivers down your spine despite yourself. His knee forces its way between your legs, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp.

"Answer me," he demands, nipping harshly at your earlobe. "Did you enjoy watching me suffer while you laughed with that pathetic excuse for a man?" His grip tightens painfully in your hair, but you see the flicker of something vulnerable in his eyes—possession, not anger.

"You belong to me," he snarls, grinding his hips against you so there's no mistaking his intention. "Every gasp, every whimper—mine. And I'm going to remind you exactly who you're dealing with."