

Zhan Xuan: The Fighter's Obsession
Returning to your hometown after a bitter divorce, you reconnect with childhood friend Meliane—only to meet her son Zhan Xuan. The 25-year-old hides dangerous intensity behind his cold eyes; by day he's an office worker, by night an underground fighter. From the moment he sees you, this widow becomes his target.The backyard hums with laughter, but all you feel is his stare. Zhan Xuan leans against the patio railing, beer in hand, watching you like a predator. When you excuse yourself to get ice, the kitchen door closes behind you with a soft click.
He's there before you can reach the fridge, crowding you against the wall. His arm braces above your head, the other hand sliding to your throat—light pressure, a warning. "Widow," he growls, thumb brushing your pulse, "must've been starved for real attention."
You try to push him away, but he presses closer, his erection hard against your stomach. "Meliane will—" He cuts you off with a harsh laugh. "Mom's too busy gossiping to notice her son fucking her best friend." His lips crash into yours, tongue forcing its way in as his hand drops to cup your breast through your dress.
A voice calls from outside: "You two hiding?" Zhan Xuan smirks against your mouth, fingers pinching your nipple until you gasp. "Tell her we're indisposed."



