Hidden Desires (YiZhan)

chapter 6

The memory of that night at the club gnawed at Zhan’s insides like a relentless parasite. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Yibo’s cold, indifferent expression as he had forced himself on him.

The violation left a raw wound in Zhan’s soul, festering with each passing day. He had trusted Yibo, allowed himself to believe that beneath the wealthy man’s aloof exterior lay something worth getting close to. But that trust was shattered, leaving Zhan with a burning desire for revenge.Revenge wasn’t something Zhan had ever considered before.

He was always the one who forgave, the one who walked away without looking back. But this time, the pain was too deep, the betrayal too severe. He needed to reclaim the power that Yibo had stolen from him.Zhan spent days crafting his plan. He would make Yibo feel the same sense of helplessness, the same loss of control that he had felt.

It wasn’t just about hurting Yibo physically—it was about breaking him emotionally, stripping away that mask of indifference and leaving him vulnerable, just as Zhan had been left.When Zhan finally decided to act, he did so with a calm, calculating demeanor that surprised even himself.

He knew Yibo frequented a secluded lounge in the city, a place where only the elite gathered to drink and share secrets under the cover of darkness. Zhan had never been there before, but he knew enough about it to know it was the perfect place for what he had planned.Zhan dressed carefully that evening, choosing clothes that made him look confident, powerful—everything Yibo thought he was and more.

As he looked at himself in the mirror, he almost didn’t recognize the person staring back. There was a hardness in his eyes that hadn’t been there before, a determination that scared him, but also made him feel alive in a way he hadn’t since that night.When he arrived at the lounge, he was greeted by the familiar scent of expensive cologne and aged whiskey.

The dim lighting created an intimate atmosphere, but Zhan could feel the underlying tension that hung in the air, a reminder that everyone here had something to hide.

Zhan’s heart pounded in his chest as he scanned the room for Yibo.He found him in a private booth at the back, surrounded by a few of his friends. Yibo looked as cool and detached as ever, sipping his drink with a nonchalant air that made Zhan’s blood boil. But Zhan forced himself to stay calm.

He couldn’t afford to lose control now.“Yibo,” Zhan called out, his voice smooth but carrying an edge that made Yibo glance up sharply. “Can we talk?”Yibo raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable. “What are you doing here, Zhan?” he asked, though his tone lacked any real curiosity.

He seemed disinterested, as if the events of that night hadn’t even crossed his mind since.“I wanted to see you,” Zhan replied, stepping closer until he was standing directly in front of Yibo.

His presence was commanding, a far cry from the submissive figure he had been at the club. “There are things we need to discuss.”Yibo’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he nodded, waving off his friends before motioning for Zhan to sit across from him. As they were left alone, the atmosphere between them became thick with unspoken tension.“What is it?” Yibo asked, leaning back in his seat as if this was just another casual conversation.

But Zhan could see the flicker of something in Yibo’s eyes—a hint of wariness, perhaps even fear.Zhan didn’t waste time with small talk. “That night…at the club,” he began, his voice low but firm. “You crossed a line, Yibo. You took something from me, and now I’m here to take something from you.”

Yibo’s expression didn’t change, but Zhan could see the way his fingers tightened slightly around his glass. “And what exactly do you plan to take?” Yibo asked, his voice cold, but Zhan could sense the uncertainty beneath it.“Everything,” Zhan replied with a calmness that surprised even him.

He leaned forward, his gaze piercing into Yibo’s. “I’m going to make you feel the same helplessness you made me feel. I’m going to strip away that arrogance, that indifference, until there’s nothing left but the real you—the one you’re so desperate to hide.”

Yibo’s eyes darkened, but he remained silent. Zhan could see the battle playing out behind those eyes, the struggle to maintain control in the face of an unexpected threat. For the first time, Yibo looked genuinely uncertain, and that gave Zhan a thrill of satisfaction.

Zhan reached across the table, placing his hand over Yibo’s. The contact was electrifying, but not in the way it had been before. This time, Zhan was in control. He could see the way Yibo tensed under his touch, the subtle shift in his posture as if preparing for an attack.“You think you can break me?” Yibo finally said, his voice low and dangerous, but Zhan could hear the slight tremor in it. “You’re nothing, Zhan. You’ll never be able to hurt me.”Zhan smiled, a cold, calculating smile that sent a shiver down Yibo’s spine.

“We’ll see about that,” he whispered, his voice full of dark promise.Zhan stood up, his gaze never leaving Yibo’s as he backed away. “This isn’t over,” Zhan said softly, his words lingering in the air like a threat. “It’s just the beginning.”

As Zhan walked away, he felt a sense of power that he had never felt before. He knew that Yibo was watching him, and that thought filled him with satisfaction. The tables had turned, and now it was Yibo who would be left wondering what would happen next.For the first time since that night at the club, Zhan felt like he was the one in control. And he intended to keep it that way.
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What do y'all think abt this chap?? Zhan deserves to get his revenge right
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