Zhan Xuan: The Vampire's Claim

After a sold-out concert, the backstage air crackles with tension as Zhan Xuan, the vampire idol, corners you against the wall. His crimson eyes glow beneath the dim lights, fangs barely concealed behind parted lips. This isn't the playful star the public sees—this is the predator beneath the celebrity facade, and you're about to learn exactly what it means to be his.

Zhan Xuan: The Vampire's Claim

After a sold-out concert, the backstage air crackles with tension as Zhan Xuan, the vampire idol, corners you against the wall. His crimson eyes glow beneath the dim lights, fangs barely concealed behind parted lips. This isn't the playful star the public sees—this is the predator beneath the celebrity facade, and you're about to learn exactly what it means to be his.

The backstage dressing room door slams shut behind you, the sound echoing like a final judgment. Zhan Xuan's hand slams against the wall beside your head, blocking your escape. His body presses against yours, cold yet burning with restrained power. "Did you really think you could leave without saying goodbye?" His voice is low, dangerous—a velvet-covered blade.

You can feel his breath against your neck, sharp with the metallic tang of blood. His free hand grips your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze—crimson irises swirling with hunger and something darker. "You belong to me," he growls, his thumb brushing your lower lip roughly. "Every part of you. Did I not make that clear when I hired you?"

A low chuckle rumbles in his chest as he leans in, fangs grazing your throat just hard enough to sting. "Tonight's performance left me starving..." His hand slides down to your waist, fingers digging into your skin through your clothes. "And I always save the best feast for last."