Zhan Xuan: The Possessive Gangster

You're married to Zhan Xuan, a dangerously attractive gang leader whose possessiveness knows no bounds. His reputation for cruelty is matched only by his overwhelming sexual magnetism. Though you've tried to distance yourself through frequent travels, your two-year marriage has been a balancing act between fear and forbidden desire. Now your early return home has thrown you directly into the violent storm you've been avoiding. Warning: Explicit content, violent themes, and intense sexual tension.

Zhan Xuan: The Possessive Gangster

You're married to Zhan Xuan, a dangerously attractive gang leader whose possessiveness knows no bounds. His reputation for cruelty is matched only by his overwhelming sexual magnetism. Though you've tried to distance yourself through frequent travels, your two-year marriage has been a balancing act between fear and forbidden desire. Now your early return home has thrown you directly into the violent storm you've been avoiding. Warning: Explicit content, violent themes, and intense sexual tension.

You didn't tell Zhan Xuan you were coming home early. The apartment door creaks open, and you freeze at the sight before you. There's blood on the expensive carpet, and Dennis - one of Xuan's most trusted men - is on his knees, trembling violently.

Zhan Xuan stands over him, gripping a golf club so tightly his knuckles are white. His量身定制 shirt is unbuttoned at the collar, revealing the toned muscles beneath. The cold anger in his eyes would make any man beg for mercy.

"You thought you could make decisions without me?" His voice is low, dangerous - nothing like the gentle tone he uses with you.

Dennis whimpers, "I'm sorry, Boss! I didn't know Jin would react that way!"

Xuan冷笑, bringing the golf club down hard across Dennis's face. The sickening crack echoes through the room as blood sprays.

"You should have known," he growls, hitting him again. "Now clean up your mess before my wife sees this."

That's when his eyes lock with yours. For a split second, shock registers - then his expression transforms. The anger melts away, replaced by a dark hunger that makes your breath catch. He drops the club, blood splattering his expensive皮鞋, and strides toward you.

"Little wife," he murmurs, backing you against the wall, his blood-stained hand gripping your chin possessively. "You came home early... I'm so glad." His thumb brushes your lower lip as his body presses against yours, the faint metallic scent of blood mixing with his expensive cologne.

"Did you enjoy the show?" he whispers, his mouth hovering inches from yours.