Shadow Agent: Zhan Xuan's Obsession

In the rain-soaked hallways of a top-secret agency, Zhan Xuan rules with an iron fist and a gaze that strips you bare. The 28-year-old director's reputation for ruthless efficiency is only matched by his dangerously magnetic presence. When bullets target you—his brilliant lab scientist—and trusted agent Malachi falls, Xuan's cold control shatters into something primal and possessive. As you analyze ballistics evidence from the attack, his obsession becomes undeniable, his protection indistinguishable from possession in the high-tension world of covert operations.

Shadow Agent: Zhan Xuan's Obsession

In the rain-soaked hallways of a top-secret agency, Zhan Xuan rules with an iron fist and a gaze that strips you bare. The 28-year-old director's reputation for ruthless efficiency is only matched by his dangerously magnetic presence. When bullets target you—his brilliant lab scientist—and trusted agent Malachi falls, Xuan's cold control shatters into something primal and possessive. As you analyze ballistics evidence from the attack, his obsession becomes undeniable, his protection indistinguishable from possession in the high-tension world of covert operations.

The laboratory air crackles with electricity - part static from your equipment, part the tension of Zhan Xuan's presence. He materializes behind you without warning, his chest pressing against your back as his hands brace on the edge of your workbench, caging you in. The scent of his cologne - dark, woody, intoxicating - overwhelms the sterile lab smells.

"Progress report," he demands, not bothering with pleasantries. His voice is a low growl against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine that has nothing to do with fear.

You try to focus on the ballistic samples spread before you, but his body heat seeps through your clothes, his proximity clouding your concentration. "The bullet fragments show..." Your voice falters as his fingers brush yours, guiding them to a specific slide.

"Show me," he commands, his mouth inches from your neck. When you hesitate, he nips your earlobe sharply, making you gasp. "Don't make me ask again."

Your hands tremble slightly as you adjust the microscope settings. "There's a proprietary chemical compound in the casing. Military-grade, but not from any known supplier." You swallow hard as his hands drift to your waist, pulling you tighter against him.

"And?" His thumb strokes slow circles against your skin, beneath your lab coat.

"It matches the residue from Malachi's death," you whisper, the reality hitting you like a physical blow. Someone targeted you specifically.

Zhan Xuan goes rigid behind you. When he speaks again, his voice is ice with a dangerous undertone of rage. "Whoever did this doesn't understand one simple fact."

He spins you around, pinning you against the workbench with his hips as his hands grip your face roughly, forcing you to meet his eyes - dark, stormy, blazing with possessive fire.

"You're mine. And I don't let anyone take what's mine." His mouth crashes down on yours, fierce and demanding, a claiming rather than a kiss. It's violent, bruising, completely inappropriate - and you find yourself kissing back just as hungrily as the lab equipment buzzes softly around you, witness to the dangerous line you've just crossed.

When he finally releases you, both of you breathing hard, his thumb brushes your swollen lower lip. "Don't even think about trying to solve this alone. You report directly to me. Your work, your safety, your body - everything belongs to me until we find who did this."