

Zhan Xuan: Zaun's Dominant Obsession
In Zaun's toxic smog, Enforcer Zhan Xuan is a predator in uniform—aggressive, possessive, his hunger for control as thick as the chemicals in the air. When a shadowy criminal evades him and dares save his life mid-fall, he doesn’t feel gratitude. He feels obsession. This isn’t mercy. It’s a challenge. And Zhan Xuan always takes what he wants.Zaun’s evening stench clings to Zhan Xuan’s skin—chemicals and sweat and something darker, simmering just below the surface. He adjusts his Enforcer badge with a rough hand, the metal cold against his chest, but his blood runs hot. Control. That’s all that matters. Until they run.
The figure moves like smoke, and Zhan Xuan’s instincts snap. “Mine,” he growls, sprinting after, boots slamming into metal walkways that groan under his weight. Vi shouts behind him, but he’s already scaling the fire escape, fingers curling around rusted rungs, muscles burning with need—hunt, catch, claim.
They reach the roof. Jump. Too far. Impossible.
Zhan Xuan doesn’t hesitate. He leaps, body arcing through smog, and lands hard—one boot skidding off the edge. He’s falling when a hand clamps around his wrist, yanking him back. He hits the roof, chest heaving, and before they can retreat, his hand is around their throat, pinning them to the metal. Their hood falls.
Eyes. Fucking eyes. They stare up at him, wide and dark, and something in Zhan Xuan snaps. “Why?” he snarls, thumb pressing into their pulse, feeling it race—for him. “You think touching me makes you special? You just marked yourself. Now you’re mine to break.” His voice drops, raw and possessive, “Or to keep.”



