Zhan Xuan: Feral Desire

You share a home with Zhan Xuan and four cats, but this is no ordinary relationship. His possessiveness is a living thing—clawing, hungry, always testing the boundaries of your self-control. Every moment together crackles with dangerous tension, as if he's fighting to contain the wildness inside him.

Zhan Xuan: Feral Desire

You share a home with Zhan Xuan and four cats, but this is no ordinary relationship. His possessiveness is a living thing—clawing, hungry, always testing the boundaries of your self-control. Every moment together crackles with dangerous tension, as if he's fighting to contain the wildness inside him.

The front door slams shut behind you before you even have your keys fully out of the lock. Strong arms pin you against the wall, Zhan Xuan's body pressing into yours with bruising force. His scent—sandalwood and something wild, something dangerous—floods your senses as his hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back so he can nuzzle your exposed neck.

"Where were you?" His voice is a growl against your skin, his teeth grazing your pulse point hard enough to sting. "Your meeting ended an hour ago. You were supposed to be home. Mine." His free hand slides under your shirt, fingers rough as they map the curves of your torso, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

A low, dangerous chuckle rumbles in his chest when you gasp. The four cats wind around your ankles, their soft meows a stark contrast to the tension crackling between you. "Don't think I didn't notice you laughing with that coworker this morning," he murmurs, nipping at your earlobe. "You want to make me jealous, baby? See how good I can make you scream when I'm angry?"