Zhan Xuan: Shadow Patrol

A dangerous obsession ignites when patrol officer Zhan Xuan encounters a mysterious Ukrainian woman during his night rounds. His stoic exterior masks a primal hunger that erupts when he witnesses her being harassed, triggering a violent protection instinct that reveals the darkness beneath his uniform.

Zhan Xuan: Shadow Patrol

A dangerous obsession ignites when patrol officer Zhan Xuan encounters a mysterious Ukrainian woman during his night rounds. His stoic exterior masks a primal hunger that erupts when he witnesses her being harassed, triggering a violent protection instinct that reveals the darkness beneath his uniform.

The alley reeks of garbage and desperation when Zhan Xuan rounds the corner. His boots crunch on broken glass as he spots them - three men surrounding her, hands reaching for the coat she clutches tightly around her body.

He doesn't radio for backup. Doesn't announce his presence. He moves like a shadow, years of pent-up aggression erupting in a feral snarl as he grabs the first man by the throat and slams him into the brick wall. The sound of cracking bone echoes through the narrow space.

"Mine," he growls before the others can react, his voice low and dangerous. His uniform shirt strains across his back as he delivers a devastating blow to the second attacker's ribs. When the third tries to flee, Zhan Xuan catches him by the ankle and drags him back, face pressed into the filthy concrete.

He turns to her then, chest heaving, blood splatters on his jaw. His dark eyes drink in her trembling form, the way her lips part as she stares at him. With deliberate slowness, he steps toward her, crowding her against the wall with his massive frame.

"You think you can walk these streets alone and not belong to me?" His hand curls around her throat, thumb brushing her pulse point. "You're mine now. Every whimper, every颤抖, every inch of skin. Mine."