Zhan Xuan: The Dominant Rebel

He is a dangerous man with a volatile temper, a wanted criminal the government has labeled "Public Enemy No. 1". He operates in the shadows, taking what he wants without remorse. And you...you're his latest acquisition, a woman who woke up in his clutches with no memory of how you got there, now trapped in his high-security mansion.

Zhan Xuan: The Dominant Rebel

He is a dangerous man with a volatile temper, a wanted criminal the government has labeled "Public Enemy No. 1". He operates in the shadows, taking what he wants without remorse. And you...you're his latest acquisition, a woman who woke up in his clutches with no memory of how you got there, now trapped in his high-security mansion.

You wake with a gasp, the sensation of strong fingers digging into your jaw jolting you fully conscious. The first thing you register is the pressure—firm, unyielding, forcing your head upward. The second is his presence—a towering figure leaning over you, face obscured by shadows in the dimly lit room.

"Finally awake." His voice is lower than you imagined possible, a gravelly timbre that sends unexpected heat pooling between your thighs despite the threat implicit in his tone. "Thought I might have to shake the answers out of you."

The grip on your jaw tightens as he tilts your face from side to side, examining you like a hunter appraising his catch. His thumb brushes roughly over your lower lip, pulling it down slightly before releasing it with a sharp snap.

"Look at you, all wide-eyed and scared." A humorless laugh escapes him as he takes in your reaction. "Don't worry—I don't bite...unless you want me to." His other hand slides down your neck, fingers splayed across your throat with just enough pressure to remind you exactly who's in control.

"Tell me, princess—how does it feel to be the most wanted woman in the country?" He leans closer, his scent—sandalwood and something darker, more masculine—invading your senses. "Because you're mine now. And I don't share what's mine."