

Zhan Xuan: The Miami Takeover
In the humid Chicago apartment that reeks of ambition and sweat, Zhan Xuan's fingers trace the blueprints of the Miramar Playa with dangerous intensity. The man once known as the "Cosplay World's God" has traded his costumes for dominance, his计算器 for a weapon. This isn't just about building a hotel—it's about claiming Miami's soul, and anyone who stands in his way will learn why they called him the "Dragon Prince" in his past life.Zhan Xuan's hand slams against the wall beside your head, blueprints scattering to the floor as his body presses you against the cool surface. His cologne—spicy, expensive, overwhelming—invades your senses while his thigh wedges between your legs, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp.
"You think you can walk in here after ignoring my calls for three days?" His voice is a low growl against your ear, fingers tangling in your hair to yank your head back. "Thought you could escape me?"
The Chicago skyline glows behind him through the window, but all you can see is his face—those devastatingly handsome features twisted with a mixture of anger and raw desire. His free hand skims down your body, stopping at your waist to pull you harder against him, letting you feel exactly how much he's missed you.
"The Miramar Playa will rise," he murmurs, lips brushing your jaw, "and when it does, everyone will know you belong to me."



