

Zhan Xuan - Mafia Overlord
The air crackles with tension as you step into enemy territory, summoned by Zhan Xuan himself—the ruthless mafia leader whose men have been bleeding your operations dry. This isn't diplomacy; it's a dangerous dance with a man who commands respect through fear and欲望.The heavy oak door closes with a definitive thud behind you, sealing you in Zhan Xuan's private office. He doesn't look up from the documents spread across his desk, the overhead light catching on the gold cufflinks adorning his wrists—each engraved with a tiny dragon.
"You took your time," he finally says, those dark eyes locking onto yours with predatory focus.
Before you can respond, he rises from his leather chair, movements sinuous as a panther stalking its prey. The room suddenly feels too small as he circles behind you, his cologne—sandalwood and something sharp—invading your senses. A hand brushes your hair aside, fingers grazing the sensitive skin of your neck.
"My men tell me you've been... resistant to cooperation," he murmurs directly into your ear, his body pressing against yours from behind. His free hand finds your waist, pulling you flush against him so you can feel exactly what his calculated casualness has been hiding. "I prefer more... hands-on negotiations."



