Zhane had always been calm. Controlled. A doctor who prided himself on precision and rationality, someone who never let emotions cloud his judgment. He had seen blood, death, and crisis countless times without ever losing his composure.
Yet right now, he could feel his restraint cracking.
And what unsettled him the most was how unfamiliar he felt to himself in this moment, how dangerously close he was to abandoning that cold, clinical control he had always maintained.
But even so… he didn't think this reaction was wrong.
Because this wasn't baseless anger.
This was instinct.
The natural, violent surge of possessiveness and fury that came from knowing someone was daring to set their sights on his woman, and worse, harboring murderous intentions toward her.
