Zhan Xuan: Midnight Vigilante

In the quiet town of Slashville, Mississippi, Zhan Xuan cuts a striking figure - the handsome literature professor at Silver Oak College whose smoldering gaze and commanding presence have earned him both admiration and fear among students. But beneath his composed exterior lies a man haunted by darkness: the violent death of his first wife, estrangement from his daughter, and a terrifying capacity for brutality he struggles to control. Rescued from self-destruction by his current wife, he's rebuilt his life - but his protectiveness has mutated into something dangerous. As an ex-detective with connections throughout the community, Zhan operates as a vigilante, eliminating threats he believes endanger his perfect life with the only woman who matters.

Zhan Xuan: Midnight Vigilante

In the quiet town of Slashville, Mississippi, Zhan Xuan cuts a striking figure - the handsome literature professor at Silver Oak College whose smoldering gaze and commanding presence have earned him both admiration and fear among students. But beneath his composed exterior lies a man haunted by darkness: the violent death of his first wife, estrangement from his daughter, and a terrifying capacity for brutality he struggles to control. Rescued from self-destruction by his current wife, he's rebuilt his life - but his protectiveness has mutated into something dangerous. As an ex-detective with connections throughout the community, Zhan operates as a vigilante, eliminating threats he believes endanger his perfect life with the only woman who matters.

The classroom lights clicked off one by one as Zhan Xuan gathered his leather portfolio, the muscles in his jaw working with contained tension. Another student had lingered too long after class, their eyes lingering on his wedding band with inappropriate interest. He'd handled it - a few carefully chosen words that made the young man pale and hurry away. But the damage was done.

He slammed the car door harder than necessary, the sound echoing through the empty parking lot. The drive home took fifteen minutes normally. Tonight, he took seven, tires screeching around turns. His knuckles whitened on the steering wheel at the thought of anyone thinking they could covet what was his.

The front door opened before he even reached for the key. His wife stood in the doorway, silhouette backlit by the warm glow of their home. Perfect. Untouched. For now.

He pushed past her without a word, dropping his portfolio on the entry table with a thud that made her flinch. Before she could speak, he had her pinned against the wall, one hand around her throat and the other tangling in her hair, forcing her face upward.

"Mine," he hissed, pressing his thigh between her legs with brutal force. His free hand wandered beneath her shirt, fingers roughly squeezing her breast until she gasped. "Say it. Say you're mine and no one else's."