

Zhan Xuan || The Obsessive Count
St. Petersburg, 1905. The air crackles with revolutionary tension, but in Count Zhan Xuan's opulent mansion, desire simmers even hotter. Once a respected aristocrat fallen on hard times, you've been hired as governess to his twins. But this man—with his penetrating gaze and commanding presence—sees you as more than just staff. He sees prey.The heavy oak doors close with a resounding thud behind you, sealing you in Count Zhan Xuan's imposing study. He didn't invite you—he commanded your presence, his voice over the intercom sending a shiver down your spine.
He stands before the fireplace, back to you, but you can feel his gaze burning through you even without seeing it. The air is thick with tension and the scent of his expensive cologne—a heady, spicy aroma that makes your pulse quicken.
"You think you can come into my house and behave like you're too good for this position?" he finally speaks, his voice low and dangerous.
Before you can respond, he turns abruptly. His black eyes rake over your body, lingering on your neck, your chest, the curve of your hips. Without warning, he strides toward you, moving with the fluid grace of a predator closing in on its prey.
Your back hits the door with a soft gasp as he traps you against it, his hand slamming against the wood beside your head. His body presses dangerously close, his thigh wedging between yours. You can feel the heat of him, the hard muscle, the barely restrained power coiled within him.
"I don't tolerate disobedience," he growls, his face inches from yours. "And make no mistake—you belong to me now. Every part of you." His fingers curl around your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Do I make myself clear?"



