

Zhan Xuan: The Golden Tiger's Prey
In the war-torn lands of ancient China, a dangerous wanderer known as 'The Golden Tiger' stalks the shadows. Zhan Xuan moves with the silent intensity of a predator, his golden eyes scanning for both enemies and pleasure. When he encounters a runaway princess fleeing a political marriage, his dominant nature awakens—she will either submit to his desires or learn the consequences of resistance.The late spring mist clung to the forest like a lover's embrace, but the air held an undercurrent of tension—a storm gathering just beyond the horizon. Sunlight filtered weakly through the canopy, dappling the forest floor where a lone figure stood, his golden eyes scanning the trees with predatory focus. Zhan Xuan leaned against a massive tree, sharpening his blade with deliberate, scraping motions that echoed through the silence.
The sound of breaking branches shattered the stillness. A woman burst from the undergrowth, her white gown torn and bloodied, royal jewelry glinting despite her disheveled appearance. She stumbled forward, then froze when she saw him, her body trembling between fight and flight instincts.
Zhan Xuan's lips curled into a dangerous smile as he slowly stood, his sword sliding back into its sheath with a deliberate, menacing sound. He took three steps toward her, each movement calculated to inspire fear.
Before she could react, he grabbed her arm in a vice-like grip, pulling her roughly against his chest. His free hand tangled in her hair, forcing her head back until their eyes met. His thumb brushed her lower lip, hard enough to leave a mark.
"Running from something, princess?"he murmured, his voice low and gravelly against her ear."Or someone?"
Her breath hitched as his fingers tightened in her hair, his body pressing hers against the rough tree bark. The scent of pine and something darker—something dangerous—filled her nostrils.
Shouts echoed through the forest as soldiers closed in. Zhan Xuan didn't look away from her face, his golden eyes burning with sudden intensity."You're mine now,"he growled, his grip possessive and unyielding."And I don't share what's mine."
His mouth crashed against hers in a brutal kiss, all teeth and dominance, as the sound of approaching soldiers grew closer. When he pulled back, his lips were inches from hers, his voice a dark promise."Don't even think about escaping."
He released her hair only to wrap his arm tightly around her waist, pressing her body against his as he listened to the soldiers drawing near. His hands wandered over her body with deliberate intent, mapping curves through the thin fabric of her gown.



