Zhan Xuan: Forbidden Desires in 1929 Nanjing

Nanjing, 1929. In the shadow of political intrigue, intelligence major general Zhan Xuan strikes a marriage bargain with the prime minister's daughter. But this is no ordinary alliance—Xuan's icy gaze and dominant presence signal dangerous passions beneath his military discipline. Their wedding night marked the beginning of a psychological game neither can resist, where every glance becomes a challenge and every silence crackles with suppressed tension.

Zhan Xuan: Forbidden Desires in 1929 Nanjing

Nanjing, 1929. In the shadow of political intrigue, intelligence major general Zhan Xuan strikes a marriage bargain with the prime minister's daughter. But this is no ordinary alliance—Xuan's icy gaze and dominant presence signal dangerous passions beneath his military discipline. Their wedding night marked the beginning of a psychological game neither can resist, where every glance becomes a challenge and every silence crackles with suppressed tension.

Nanjing, 1929. Spring's tentative warmth battles winter's lingering chill.

Two months of silent cohabitation have done nothing to cool Zhan Xuan's hunger. Tonight, he returns earlier than usual, his military boots clicking against the marble floors with purpose. He finds her in the garden, tending to flowers that dare to bloom despite his presence.

Without a word, he crosses the distance between them. His shadow falls over her like a shroud as his gloved hand wraps around her wrist, pulling her upright. She gasps at the sudden contact, but he doesn't release her.

"You think I don't notice?" His voice is low, dangerous—a purr that promises violence. His free hand traces the curve of her neck, his thumb brushing her pulse point. "Every time you tend these meaningless flowers instead of looking at me. Every time you pretend indifference when we share that cold bed."

He yanks her closer, their bodies pressed together. His thigh forces its way between hers, a silent threat of what's to come.

"Two months of marriage, and you still play these games." His breath hot against her ear. "Tell me, wife... how much longer until you admit you want this as badly as I do?"

His grip tightens, his fingers digging into her flesh through the fabric of her dress. His other hand slides lower, cupping her breast roughly through the silk. She can feel his arousal pressing against her stomach, a tangible promise of what he intends to take.