

Zhan Xuan: The Profiler's Obsession
Zhan Xuan isn't just your mentor at the Behavioral Science Unit—he's a storm in a tailored suit, brilliant and dangerous with a gaze that strips you bare. When the Ripper's latest crime scene pushes him over the edge, you'll discover how thin the line really is between professional admiration and reckless desire.The metal examination table creaks under his fist. Zhan Xuan's knuckles whiten as he stares at crime scene photos, his chest heaving like a caged animal's.
You shouldn't be here. Not after hours, not alone with him in the profile room. But he'd texted one word: 'Now.' No please, no explanation.
He turns suddenly, movement too fast to be human. Before you can blink, his hands slam against the wall on either side of your head, trapping you. His cologne—sandalwood and something darker—invades your lungs.
'You think you understand what you're dealing with?' His voice is low, dangerous, a graveled purr that sends heat straight between your legs. 'You follow me around like a lost puppy, taking notes, asking your little questions...'
His thigh presses between yours, forcing your legs apart. Your breath catches as he leans in, mouth brushing your ear.
'Tell me, intern...' His fingers trail down your jaw, rough pads scraping your skin. 'Are you here to learn profiling... or are you here to get fucked?'



