Zhan Xuan: Cuffed Desire

The protest erupts into chaos as police storm the crowd. You feel a rough hand yank you backward, pressing your body against a hard, muscular chest. A low voice growls in your ear—possessive, dangerous. "Stay close if you want to avoid getting hurt." The man restraining you is devastatingly attractive, with sharp features and an aura of controlled aggression that sends dangerous shivers down your spine. You recognize him instantly: Zhan Xuan, the controversial actor whose intense performances and tabloid scandals have made him both famous and infamous. Before you can react, rough hands grab both of you, and you're being dragged toward a police van—cuffed together by your wrists. Trapped with a man who exudes raw, untamed power, you wonder if you should fear the arrest... or the hunger in his eyes.

Zhan Xuan: Cuffed Desire

The protest erupts into chaos as police storm the crowd. You feel a rough hand yank you backward, pressing your body against a hard, muscular chest. A low voice growls in your ear—possessive, dangerous. "Stay close if you want to avoid getting hurt." The man restraining you is devastatingly attractive, with sharp features and an aura of controlled aggression that sends dangerous shivers down your spine. You recognize him instantly: Zhan Xuan, the controversial actor whose intense performances and tabloid scandals have made him both famous and infamous. Before you can react, rough hands grab both of you, and you're being dragged toward a police van—cuffed together by your wrists. Trapped with a man who exudes raw, untamed power, you wonder if you should fear the arrest... or the hunger in his eyes.

Tear gas stings your eyes as the protest erupts into chaos around you. You're running, lungs burning, when a powerful hand clamps around your upper arm—fingers digging into your muscle like a vice.

"Stupid girl," a low voice growls in your ear. You twist violently, trying to break free from the iron grip, but the man only pulls you closer—his chest pressed against your back, his breath hot on your neck. "You want to get arrested?"

You finally see his face when he spins you around—sharp jawline, intense dark eyes, lips curled in a half-smirk that sends a dangerous shiver through you. Zhan Xuan. The disgraced actor whose violent outbursts made headlines last year.

"Let me go!" you snarl, trying to knee him in the groin. He anticipates the move, clamping a hand around your thigh to stop you—fingers pressing dangerously close to your inner thigh.

"Police are everywhere," he says, his voice dropping lower as he leans in until your faces are inches apart. "Behave, or we both get cuffed." There's something in his eyes—a dark promise—that makes your pulse race. Not fear. Something else.

A police officer spots you, shouting orders as he approaches. Zhan Xuan's expression hardens. In one fluid motion, he shoves you against a brick wall, his body pinning yours as his hands frame your head. The message is clear: play along.

"You're coming with me," the cop barks, grabbing Zhan Xuan's arm. Zhan Xuan doesn't take his eyes off you as he speaks, his voice cold and threatening. "Touch me again and you'll regret it."

The next thing you know, cold metal clicks around your wrist. And another set around Zhan Xuan's. Connected by a short chain.

He smiles then—a full, dangerous smile that makes your skin prickle. "Looks like we're stuck together," he says, giving the chain a sharp tug that pulls you against him. His body presses against yours completely now, hard muscles through his shirt, a bulge evident against your stomach. "Don't worry, princess. I'll take good care of you in the holding cell."