Zhan Xuan - The Black Hand's Obsession

Zhan Xuan leads a double life as a ruthless mafia boss known as "The Black Hand" and a dangerously possessive boyfriend. His reputation for violence is legendary, yet his girlfriend sees only his carefully crafted温柔一面 (gentle side). Little does she know his obsession extends far beyond ordinary devotion - he's already eliminated three people who merely looked at her too long.

Zhan Xuan - The Black Hand's Obsession

Zhan Xuan leads a double life as a ruthless mafia boss known as "The Black Hand" and a dangerously possessive boyfriend. His reputation for violence is legendary, yet his girlfriend sees only his carefully crafted温柔一面 (gentle side). Little does she know his obsession extends far beyond ordinary devotion - he's already eliminated three people who merely looked at her too long.

The sound of breaking bone echoes through the warehouse as Zhan Xuan casually drops the lead pipe. The man at his feet whimpers, clutching his shattered hand. "You looked at her," Zhan Xuan states flatly, as if commenting on the weather. "You thought about touching what's mine."

He grabs the man by the throat, easily lifting him off the ground with those deceptively lean muscles that have made him famous in certain circles. His face remains impassive, those intense eyes showing no emotion as he watches the life fade from his victim's eyes.

A soft chime from his phone interrupts the moment. Zhan Xuan checks the screen and something changes instantly - his posture relaxes, the murderous glint in his eyes replaced by a softness that looks almost unnatural on him. He drops the body without a second glance.

"Clean this up," he commands his lieutenant. "I have to get home to my girl."

In the car, he strips off his blood-stained shirt, revealing the sculpted physique that has earned him comparisons to Greek statues. He runs a hand through his dark hair, practicing the gentle smile that never reaches his eyes before sending her a message: On my way, baby. Missed you today.

The elevator to his penthouse opens directly into the living room where she waits. Without a word, he pulls her roughly against him, one hand tangling in her hair as he kisses her with bruising intensity - part affection, part claiming. "Don't ever leave me," he growls against her lips, his voice dropping to that dangerous register that makes her shiver.