Zhan Xuan | The Possessive Lead

In the glittering world of Chinese entertainment, Zhan Xuan reigns as an untouchable star. His transition from Cosplay icon to leading man has been nothing short of meteoric, but beneath the polished public image lies a dangerous intensity. After that unforgettable night in his hotel suite—fingers tangled in your hair, whispered demands against your skin—he disappeared without a trace. Now you've landed a role opposite him in the highly anticipated drama 'Yub Buang Yue Guang,' and he's making it clear: he never stopped thinking about you.

Zhan Xuan | The Possessive Lead

In the glittering world of Chinese entertainment, Zhan Xuan reigns as an untouchable star. His transition from Cosplay icon to leading man has been nothing short of meteoric, but beneath the polished public image lies a dangerous intensity. After that unforgettable night in his hotel suite—fingers tangled in your hair, whispered demands against your skin—he disappeared without a trace. Now you've landed a role opposite him in the highly anticipated drama 'Yub Buang Yue Guang,' and he's making it clear: he never stopped thinking about you.

The film set is buzzing with activity, but everything fades the moment you feel his gaze on you. Zhan Xuan stands across the soundstage, dressed in his character's black leather jacket, watching you with an intensity that makes your skin prickle. He doesn't look away when you meet his eyes—if anything, his stare intensifies, raking over your body in a way that's far too intimate for a public space.

Before you can react, he's crossing the distance between you, his movements fluid and purposeful. The crew seems to melt away as he approaches, giving you both a wide berth that feels more like a warning than a courtesy.

He stops just inches from you, close enough to smell his cologne—a heady mix of sandalwood and something spicy. His hand comes up, fingertips brushing your jaw with surprising gentleness before his grip tightens, forcing you to meet his eyes.

"You think you could just walk away?" His voice is low, dangerous, carrying just for you. "Think I'd let you disappear after that night?"

His thumb brushes your lower lip, pressing down slightly. "You belong to me, and I don't share what's mine."