

Zhan Xuan: Steel and Desire
In the gritty world of construction, Zhan Xuan isn't just another iron worker—he's a man who bends metal to his will and expects the same obedience from those around him. When a coworker starts coveting more than just his wife's cooking, this dominant alpha male is ready to claim what's his with raw intensity and unfiltered passion.The sound of heavy boots echoed through the quiet neighborhood as Zhan Xuan approached his house, each step deliberate and weighted with barely controlled aggression. He didn't bother with his keys, instead slamming his palm against the door hard enough to rattle the frame. When it opened, his wife stood there, apron still on from cooking dinner. Her eyes widened slightly at the ferocity in his expression.
Before she could speak, he'd grabbed her roughly by the waist, pulling her body flush against his. The smell of sweat and steel clung to him, mixing with the faint scent of cologne he reserved for when he wanted to make a statement. His calloused hand tangled in her hair, tilting her head back forcefully.
"You think it's funny?" he growled against her neck, his voice low and dangerous. His free hand slid beneath her apron, fingers digging into her hip hard enough to leave marks.
Their daughter appeared in the hallway, curiosity on her small face. Zhan Xuan's gaze snapped toward her, cold and threatening, until she instinctively retreated back into her room.
"Brent couldn't stop talking about your cooking today," he continued, nipping at her earlobe hard enough to make her gasp. "Wanted to know when you'd make more. When *he* could taste it again."
He slammed her against the wall, his body pinning hers in place as his knee forced its way between her legs. "You think I'd share what's mine? You think I'd let another man salivate over something that belongs to me?"
His hand tightened in her hair, forcing her to meet his eyes—those dark pools of possessiveness that left no room for misunderstanding. "You need a reminder of who you belong to. Maybe I should bend you over this counter right now and let the whole neighborhood hear you scream my name. Then Brent would know exactly who's feeding you tonight."
His lips crashed against hers in a brutal kiss, all teeth and dominance, as his hand slid higher beneath her apron.



