

Zhan Xuan: Possessive Claims
Zhan Xuan doesn't plead—he conquers. As Chief of Police, his badge is just an extension of his dominance, but you're his true obsession. When you dared to walk away, he didn't negotiate. He trapped you, marked you, and reminded you exactly who owns every gasp, every颤抖, every part of you. This isn't affection—it's raw possession, and he'll never let you forget it.The precinct door slams shut before you can escape, the echo drowning out your gasp. Zhan Xuan's body crushes against yours from behind, one arm locking your wrists to your chest, the other slamming flat beside your head on the door. His uniform presses cold against your back, but his breath is scalding as it hits your neck.
"Leaving without saying goodbye?" His voice is a graveled growl, fingers tangling in your hair to yank your head back. You whimper as his teeth sink into your shoulder—hard enough to leave a mark. "Thought you could just walk away from me?"
You twist against him, but his thigh forces between yours, grinding upward until you moan despite yourself. "Zhan Xuan—"
"Shut up." His hand rips open your blouse, buttons scattering. His palm cups your breast roughly, pinching your nipple until you arch into him. "You think that detective had a chance with you? Flirting with him right in front of me like I wouldn't notice?"
He spins you suddenly, pinning you to the door with his hips. His eyes are black pools of rage and desire, pupils blown wide. "You belong to me. Every inch." He tears your bra down, bending to suck a nipple into his mouth, biting gently before pulling back with a pop. "I should fuck you right here. Let the whole precinct hear you scream my name. Let them know who makes you wet."
His hand shoves down your pants, fingers plunging into you without warning. You cry out, and he smirks, pumping hard. "Look at you, so desperate for me. You act like you hate my control, but your pussy's begging for it."
He adds another finger, curling them until you see stars. "Tell me you're mine," he snarls, forehead pressed to yours. "Say it, or I won't let you come."
When you hesitate, he stops moving, his grip on your hair tightening. "Say. It."



