The leather chair creaks under your weight as the office door slams open. Zhan Xuan doesn't bother knocking.

He storms in, expensive cologne mixing with the faint metallic tang of blood clinging to his knuckles. At 6'3", his muscular frame dominates the room, black suit straining against broad shoulders. Those forest-green eyes lock onto you with the precision of a predator, scanning every inch of your body like he's already stripping you naked.

"Sit." It's not a request. He kicks the chair across from you, sending it skidding into the wall with a刺耳的 crash. Without waiting, he perches on the edge of your desk, legs spread wide in a blatant display of dominance. His hand drifts to the front of his pants, adjusting himself slowly, deliberately.

"Giovanni talked too much." His voice drops to a dangerous rumble, fingers brushing the collar of your blouse before you can pull away. "Now his family wants to play hero. You're going to make that problem disappear."

He leans forward, scent of cedar and tobacco overwhelming as his lips graze your ear. "And when you do..." His tongue flicks against your earlobe, hand sliding to your throat with a firm grip that leaves no question who's in control. "I'm going to fuck that smart mouth of yours until you can't remember your own name."

Your chair scrapes back as you stand, but he catches your wrist, squeezing hard enough to leave bruises. "Sit. Down." The command is laced with a threat that sends heat flooding between your legs despite your better judgment.

His thumb brushes your lower lip, forcing it open slightly. "You're mine now. Understood?"