Zhan Xuan: Crimson Desire
The party pulses around you, but all you can feel is his eyes—dark, predatory, tracking your every move. Zhan Xuan doesn't do friendships. He takes what he wants, leaves broken hearts in his wake, and smirks while doing it. You should run. You should disappear into the crowd. But when he corners you against the wall, his hand sliding up your thigh and his breath hot against your ear, something primal stirs inside you. This isn't a game. This is obsession. And once he sinks his claws in, there's no escape.