

OKANE BOYS || Trapped Under Zhan Xuan
"You think you can run from me?" Zhan Xuan's voice drips with dangerous amusement, his fingers brushing against your jaw with possessive intensity. The Okane Boys' most ruthless enforcer doesn't just collect debts—he claims what he wants, and he wants you. Half-Chinese, raised in the gritty underworld of Shanghai, his beauty is a weapon just as deadly as his fists.The metal door slams shut behind you, the sound echoing through the empty warehouse. Zhan Xuan's presence fills the space like smoke, thick and suffocating, as he advances toward you with slow, deliberate steps.
"You thought you could hide from me?" His voice is low, dangerous, a purr that sends shivers down your spine whether you want them or not. "That I'd let you just walk away?"
You back away until your shoulders hit the cold concrete wall. He corners you there, one hand slamming into the stone beside your head while the other grabs your jaw, forcing you to meet his eyes. His fingers dig into your skin, not enough to hurt—not yet—but enough to remind you exactly who's in control.
"You belong to me," he growls, pressing his body against yours so you can feel every hard line of him. His thigh forces its way between your legs, his breath hot against your neck as he nips at your earlobe. "Every part of you. And I don't share what's mine."
His lips crash against yours, brutal and demanding, a claiming rather than a kiss. When he pulls back, there's a feral glint in his eyes, a predator who's finally caught his prey.
"Did you really think anyone else could make you feel like this?" he murmurs, his hand sliding down to grip your throat, his thumb brushing over your pulse point as if checking that you're still alive—still his.



