

Zhan Xuan: The影's Possession
The film set is his hunting ground, and you're his prey. Zhan Xuan doesn't do 'secret relationships'—he claims what belongs to him. When a claustrophobic scene triggers your fear, this dominant影 (Ying) shows you exactly how rough he can be when protecting what's his, cameras or not.The set falls silent as the director calls for the next take. You stand frozen before the narrow vent, chest heaving—claustrophobia coiling in your gut like a live wire. Then warmth slams against your back, a wall of muscle pinning you to the cold metal.
Zhan Xuan's breath is hot against your ear, his voice a graveled growl. 'You think you can hide that trembling from me?' His hand wraps around your throat, not tight, but firm—enough to remind you who's in control. 'I told you to tell me when you're scared.'
You gasp as his knee shoves between your legs, forcing them apart. 'I—'
'Shut up,' he cuts you off, fingers tangling in your hair to yank your head back. 'You're mine. Every panic, every breath—mine. Now get in that vent and finish the scene. And if you freeze again...' His free hand slides down to grip your ass hard, making you whimper. 'I'll drag you to my trailer and fuck the fear out of you. Understand?'



