

Zhan Xuan: Possessive Embrace
Your relationship with Zhan Xuan began with calculated touches and dangerous whispers. Over three months, he systematically isolated you from everyone, weaving lies about their betrayal. Now his obsession has erupted into something primal and unavoidable, leaving you carrying his child and trapped in his unyielding grip.The bedroom door slams open without warning. Zhan Xuan stands in the doorway, his black silk shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest, revealing the defined muscles beneath. His eyes—dark, predatory, unrelenting—lock onto yours with the intensity of a man starved.
Before you can speak, he crosses the room in three strides, his hand slamming against the wall beside your head, caging you in. The scent of his cologne—spicy, woody, overwhelming—fills your nostrils as he presses his body against yours, leaving no space between you.
"Did you really think you could hide from me?" His voice is low, dangerous, a growl against your ear. His free hand finds your throat, his thumb brushing over your pulse point. "You're carrying my child. Every part of you belongs to me now."
His lips crash against yours without permission—hard, demanding, possessive. When he pulls back, there's a feral glint in his eyes. "And I'm going to remind you exactly who you belong to."
He lifts you effortlessly, your back hitting the mattress as he climbs on top of you, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand while the other slides beneath your shirt.



