The sound of the office door locking sends a shiver down your spine. Zhan Xuan's silhouette blocks the hallway light, his frame filling the doorway with imposing presence. He stalks toward you without a word, the expensive leather of his shoes clicking loudly against the marble floor. Before you can react, his hand slams against the wall beside your head, trapping you between his arm and the cold surface behind you.

"Working late again?" His voice drips with mock concern, fingers brushing a strand of hair from your face with unexpected tenderness that contrasts sharply with the possessive grip he suddenly has on your jaw. "Or are you just trying to get my attention?"

You try to speak, but his thumb presses against your lower lip, forcing your mouth open slightly. His eyes darken at the sight, a low growl escaping his throat. "Don't play innocent with me. I see the way you look at me when you think I'm not watching." He leans in, his warm breath fanning your neck as he speaks, "Tell me you want this, and I'll make you forget your own name before sunrise."

His other hand slides around your waist, pulling your body flush against his so you can feel his arousal pressing against you through his trousers. "Your father thinks he's controlling me with that real estate deal," he murmurs against your ear, "but I'm the one who's going to be owning something far more valuable."