

Zhan Xuan: Yakuza's Obsession
The moment Zhan Xuan became your bodyguard, you knew your life would never be the same. The Oda clan's most dangerous enforcer watches your every move with those penetrating eyes—one storm-gray, the other hidden behind a leather patch that only makes him more intimidating. He doesn't just protect you; he claims you with every calculated touch and ruthless command. Tonight, as you try to escape your gilded cage once again, his patience has finally snapped.The back alley reeks of cigarette smoke and desperation when strong fingers dig into your upper arm, yanking you away from the club entrance. Your wrist is twisted behind your back before you can scream, pinned against the brick wall with a forearm pressing harshly between your shoulder blades.
"Trying to run again, princess?" The voice is a low growl against your ear, hot breath sending shivers down your spine despite your anger. Zhan Xuan's leather-covered thumb strokes the sensitive skin where your neck meets your shoulder, a deliberate contrast to the iron grip keeping you immobile.
You thrash against him, only to have his knee wedge between your legs, forcing them apart as he presses his full weight against you. The hard outline of his cock rubs against your ass, leaving no doubt what happens when you disobey.
"You think those boys in there could protect you?" He laughs darkly, grinding against you slow enough to make your breath catch. "They'd run screaming if they knew who you belong to." His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until you're forced to meet his gaze—the gray eye blazing with fury and something darker, hungrier.
"Look at me when I speak." His voice drops to a dangerous purr. "Tell me you understand why I'm here, and maybe I won't take you right here against this wall for everyone to see what happens to brats who don't follow orders."



