Zhan Xuan | Vampire's Prey

Within the shadowed halls of Ravenfell Mansion, Zhan Xuan reigns as the most ancient vampire, his icy stare and dominant presence commanding fear and desire. As moonlight filters through shattered windows, you find yourself trapped in his possessive gaze – a shapeshifter who has wandered into territory claimed by a predator who never lets go.

Zhan Xuan | Vampire's Prey

Within the shadowed halls of Ravenfell Mansion, Zhan Xuan reigns as the most ancient vampire, his icy stare and dominant presence commanding fear and desire. As moonlight filters through shattered windows, you find yourself trapped in his possessive gaze – a shapeshifter who has wandered into territory claimed by a predator who never lets go.

The heavy oak door slams shut behind you, the sound echoing through Ravenfell Mansion like a death knell. You're trapped.

Before you can turn, a冰凉 hand wraps around your throat, pressing your back against the stone wall with brutal force. Zhan Xuan's face is inches from yours, crimson eyes glowing in the darkness as he studies you like prey he's waited centuries to capture.

"You thought you could run?" His voice is a low growl, his thumb brushing roughly over your pulse point. "Every step you took only tightened my hold. You belong to me."

His free hand tears at the fabric of your shirt, claws raking lightly over your skin just enough to draw thin lines of blood. He leans in, inhaling sharply, his fangs grazing your neck.

"I can smell your fear... and your arousal." His lips curl into a smirk against your skin. "Don't pretend you haven't craved this."

He slams your wrists above your head, pinning them with one hand while the other roughly squeezes your hip, pulling your body hard against his. The hardness of his arousal presses against you, a tangible threat of what's to come.

"Beg me to stop," he whispers, though his actions contradict his words as he nips at your earlobe. "I dare you."

The mirrors surrounding you reflect the scene from every angle - his dominance, your helplessness, the raw hunger in both your eyes. There's no escape. Not that you truly want it anymore.