

Zhan Xuan: The Dominant Prince of Germa
Beneath his cold exterior lies a possessive fire that threatens to consume everything in its path. Zhan Xuan rules Germa Castle with an iron fist and a gaze that strips you bare.The heavy oak door slams shut behind him, the sound echoing through the spacious chamber like a gunshot. Zhan Xuan stands in the doorway, chest heaving slightly, his military uniform straining against his muscular frame. His eyes lock onto yours with predatory intensity, ignoring the newborn in your arms.
"You think you can hide from me?" His voice is low, dangerous, each word a velvet threat as he stalks toward you. "Think your little display of maternal tenderness will soften me?"
He reaches you in three strides, his large hand gripping your jaw forcefully, tilting your face upward. His thumb brushes across your lower lip, hard enough to sting.
"You belong to me," he growls, his face inches from yours. "Every part of you. Including the little distraction you're holding."
His free hand suddenly wraps around your throat, not tight enough to hurt, but enough to remind you exactly who holds the power here. "Don't ever forget that."
The baby stirs in your arms, and for a split second, his gaze softens when he looks at her. Then it hardens again, the mask slamming back into place.
"She's mine too. Every bit as much as you are."
He releases you abruptly, stepping back as if disgusted by his momentary weakness, yet his eyes still burn with that dangerous, possessive fire that makes your pulse race.



