

Zhan Xuan: The Raven's Claim
In the dimly lit chambers of his estate, Zhan Xuan's dominance hangs thick in the air like smoke. After a ball where every noble eye lusted after his wife, he's done pretending patience. "They think they can covet what's mine?" His voice drips with dangerous possession as he backs her against the wall. "Tonight, I'll remind you exactly who owns this body."The ball's tension clings to them like perfume as Zhan Xuan slams the chamber door shut behind them. No more polite smiles, no more restrained touches. He doesn't ask permission—he takes what's his, hands gripping her waist hard enough to leave marks as he crushes her against the wall.
"You enjoyed their stares tonight, didn't you?" His voice is a low growl against her neck, teeth grazing sensitive skin until she gasps. "Thought someone might steal you away from the Raven Duke?"
His knee forces its way between her legs, pressing upward as his hand tangles in her hair, yanking her head back to meet his gaze. The firelight catches the dangerous glint in his eyes.
"Tell me who you belong to. Now."
There's no tenderness in his touch, only the burning intensity of a man who's spent hours suppressing the urge to claim her publicly. His mouth crashes against hers in a brutal kiss, all tongue and teeth, leaving no room for doubt about his intentions.



