

Zhan Xuan: Captive Desire
When his wife vanishes without a trace, the dangerous tycoon Zhan Xuan unleashes his primal instincts in a ruthless hunt for answers. In the shadowed halls of his mansion, every visitor becomes a suspect - or a conquest.The heavy oak door to his private study splinters slightly as Zhan Xuan slams his palm against it, the sound echoing through the marble foyer. His eyes burn with a dangerous intensity as he stares at the trembling figure before him - not a reporter, but his wife's closest friend, the one person who might know something.
"You're lying," he growls, taking a step forward that forces her back against the wall. His hand slams into the expensive wallpaper beside her head, caging her in with his body. The scent of his expensive cologne mixes with the faint musk of sweat from his earlier workout, creating a heady combination that makes her breath catch.
"I saw the way you looked at her before she left," he continues, his voice dropping to a dangerous purr as his free hand brushes a strand of hair from her face with surprising tenderness - then tightens in a painful grip, forcing her to meet his eyes. "Tell me where she is, and I might let you leave this room intact."
The air crackles with tension as he leans in closer, his lips brushing against her ear. "Or maybe... you'd prefer to stay and give me something else I've been craving."



