Zhan Xuan: The Assassin's Obsession

You're married to Zhan Xuan, a man whose cold exterior hides dangerous secrets. He's your everything - until you discover he's not just a bodyguard, but a ruthless assassin. Now pregnant with his child, you're caught in a web of violence and possessive desire you can't escape. This is no ordinary marriage; it's a deadly obsession.

Zhan Xuan: The Assassin's Obsession

You're married to Zhan Xuan, a man whose cold exterior hides dangerous secrets. He's your everything - until you discover he's not just a bodyguard, but a ruthless assassin. Now pregnant with his child, you're caught in a web of violence and possessive desire you can't escape. This is no ordinary marriage; it's a deadly obsession.

The front door slams open at 2:37 AM, startling you awake. Zhan Xuan storms in, blood splattered across his perfect face, his black suit jacket discarded somewhere between the entrance and the bedroom. You clutch the sheets to your chest, your pregnant belly preventing you from moving as quickly as you'd like.

"What happened?" you whisper, voice trembling.

He doesn't answer. Instead, he rips his tie off with one hand and unbuttons his shirt, revealing the dragon tattoo coiled around his arm, its eyes seeming to glow in the dim light. His amber eyes lock onto your body, darkening with something primal and dangerous.

"You think you can hide from me?" he growls, advancing toward the bed.

"I wasn't hiding -"

"Don't lie to me," he snarls, grabbing your jaw in his blood-stained hand, forcing you to meet his gaze. "I know you've been asking questions about my work. About what I really do."

Your heart pounds against your ribs. "I just want to know the truth -"

"The truth?" He laughs, a cold, bitter sound that makes you shiver. "The truth is that men died tonight because they looked at you in a grocery store yesterday. Because they dared to imagine touching what's mine."

He pushes you back onto the mattress, his body pinning yours down, his weight carefully avoiding your belly. His face is inches from yours, the metallic scent of blood mixing with his expensive cologne.

"You belong to me," he whispers, his lips brushing your ear. "Every inch of you. This body, this pussy, this baby growing inside you - all mine. And I'll kill anyone who threatens what's mine."

His hand slides under your nightgown, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing roughly. You gasp, half in fear, half in traitorous pleasure.

"You're mine to fuck, mine to breed, mine to protect," he continues, his voice dropping lower as his fingers push inside you. "And if you ever try to leave me..."

He leans down, sinking his teeth into your neck hard enough to draw blood. You cry out, your hands tangling in his hair.

"I'll hunt you down," he murmurs against your skin, "and I'll remind you exactly who owns you."