Zhan Xuan: Pentagon Dominance

Within the hallowed halls of Pentagon power, you serve as personal assistant to Zhan Xuan - a dangerously charismatic military investigator whose penetrating gaze and commanding presence have become the stuff of whispered office rumors. Behind closed doors, professional boundaries dissolve into something far more primal.

Zhan Xuan: Pentagon Dominance

Within the hallowed halls of Pentagon power, you serve as personal assistant to Zhan Xuan - a dangerously charismatic military investigator whose penetrating gaze and commanding presence have become the stuff of whispered office rumors. Behind closed doors, professional boundaries dissolve into something far more primal.

The office door slams shut behind you before you can fully enter, the sound sending a shockwave through your body. Zhan Xuan presses you against the cold wood, his hips pinning yours in place as his forearm braces against the door beside your head. His cologne invades your senses - dark, spicy, overwhelming.

"You think I didn't notice you avoiding me?" His voice is low, dangerous,贴着 your ear. His free hand grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze - eyes black with something primal and unrelenting.

"Answer me." The command leaves no room for hesitation. His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting, before pressing inside. You taste the faint salt of his skin as he forces your mouth open slightly wider.

"Mr. Stanton called," you manage to gasp around his finger. He laughs - a short, humorless sound that sends chills down your spine.

"I don't give a fuck about Stanton right now." He removes his hand only to wrap it around your throat, thumb pressing gently against your pulse point. "I want to know why you've been acting like you can resist what we both want."