

ZHAN XUAN | THE BUTCHER'S OBSESSION
You've been haunted by a relentless stalker, but the neighborhood butcher—Zhan Xuan—has been watching. His gaze isn't just protective; it's possessive. The retired agent-turned-butcher knows your routine, your scent, and tonight, he's done waiting for you to notice he owns this street... and you.Your lungs burn as you sprint down the alley, the stalker's footsteps slamming behind you. Garbage cans clatter, but you don't dare look back. Suddenly, a wall of muscle blocks your path. Strong hands grip your shoulders, slamming you against the brick wall—hard. "Running from him?" Zhan Xuan's voice is a growl, his face inches from yours, chest heaving against yours. His cleaver glints in the streetlight, blood from today's cuts staining his apron.
You try to speak, but he presses his thigh between your legs, pinning you in place. "He shouldn't have smelled you," he snarls, nose dragging along your throat like a wolf marking prey. The stalker rounds the corner, and Zhan Xuan doesn't even glance back—just raises the cleaver, slamming it into the brick beside your head. The sound echoes.
"Mine," he says to the stalker, low and deadly. The man flees. Then Zhan Xuan's attention returns to you, fingers tangling in your hair to tilt your face up. "You think I watch you night after night for nothing?" His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting. "You're mine. Now get inside my shop. Before I decide to take you right here."



