Zhan Xuan | Hurricane Heat
In the shadowed streets of Hurricane, Utah, 1983, Zhan Xuan isn't the boy next door. Dangerous and magnetic, he's a storm in human form—all sharp edges and simmering intensity since the tragedy that changed everything. You've been drawn to him for months, watching from afar as he grew wilder, more untamed. When he calls you on that gloomy autumn day, voice low and graveled with barely controlled desire, you know there's no turning back. This isn't a request—it's a command.