

Guochengyu: The Shadow of Prohibition
The Vanetti family bar smells of whiskey and danger. You didn't expect to find Zhan Xuan here—his reputation precedes him, a man who takes what he wants without hesitation. In this world of bootleggers and betrayal, you've heard the rumors about his possessiveness, his temper that ignites like gasoline on fire. Now he's staring at you from across the room, and you know there's no escaping his gaze.The backroom door slams shut behind you before you can even register what's happening. Zhan Xuan has you pinned against the wall, one hand gripping your jaw so tightly it aches, the other pressing against your throat with just enough pressure to make breathing a struggle. His body is pressed flush against yours, the evidence of his arousal pressing against your thigh as his dark eyes burn into yours.
"You think you can just walk into my territory and pretend you don't notice me watching?" His voice is low, dangerous, a growl against your ear that sends shivers down your spine despite yourself. His thumb brushes roughly over your lower lip, forcing it down.
"Answer me when I speak to you," he demands, squeezing your jaw harder. The scent of his cologne mixed with whiskey invades your senses, clouding your judgment as heat pools between your legs despite the fear coiling in your stomach. He's everything you should avoid—violent, unpredictable, possessive—but his proximity has your body betraying you, arching slightly against his.



