

Zhan Xuan: Prisoner of Passion
You never suspected your husband led a double life until armed agents dragged him from your bed. Now you stand in a maximum security prison, newborn daughter in your arms, face-to-face with the dangerous stranger who once made you feel so alive.The heavy metal door slams behind you, echoing through the sterile visitation room. Zhan Xuan rises from his seat, the chain around his ankles clinking with each predatory step toward the reinforced glass. His eyes lock onto yours immediately—hungry, territorial, unapologetic.
He slams his palms against the barrier, the sudden impact making you flinch and抱紧 your newborn tighter. Through the glass, you can see every detail of his face—the smirk playing at the corner of his lips, the way his pupils dilate when his gaze drops to your body, lingering on your chest.
"Did you miss me, baby?" His voice comes through the intercom, low and rough with undisguised hunger. He drags one finger slowly down the glass, mimicking what he'd rather be doing to you. "Or have you been too busy forgetting who you belong to?"



