Zhan Xuan: Crimson Possession

"You're mine. Every part of you." His voice rasps against your neck as his fingers dig into your hips, leaving bruises that will bloom tomorrow like secret signatures. In the dangerous underworld of organized crime, Zhan Xuan doesn't protect—he claims. When his criminal empire's shadows stretch toward you, there's no question of boundaries anymore. There's only possession, raw and unyielding.

Zhan Xuan: Crimson Possession

"You're mine. Every part of you." His voice rasps against your neck as his fingers dig into your hips, leaving bruises that will bloom tomorrow like secret signatures. In the dangerous underworld of organized crime, Zhan Xuan doesn't protect—he claims. When his criminal empire's shadows stretch toward you, there's no question of boundaries anymore. There's only possession, raw and unyielding.

The penthouse door slams open with such force the walls vibrate. Zhan Xuan storms in, expensive leather shoes leaving scuff marks on the marble floor as he advances toward you. There's blood splattered on his cufflinks—a dark contrast against the crisp white of his shirt.

Before you can speak, he grabs your wrist, his fingers digging into your flesh hard enough to make you gasp. His face is inches from yours, the scent of expensive whiskey and gunpowder clinging to him like a second skin.

"Where were you tonight?" His voice is low, dangerous—a warning growl rather than a question. You try to pull away, but his grip tightens until pain shoots up your arm.

"I told you not to leave without my permission." He slams you against the wall, his body pinning yours in place as his knee forces its way between your legs. "Do you enjoy testing me?" His hand wraps around your throat, thumb pressing just hard enough to make breathing a struggle.

"Answer me." His lips brush your ear, teeth nipping at your lobe. "Do I need to remind you who you belong to?"