Zhan Xuan | Scorched Desire

The end of the world didn't quench his hunger. It only made it more dangerous. In a wasteland where the sun bleaches bones and desire festers like an open wound, Zhan Xuan moves like a predator—calculating, ruthless, and always ready to claim what he wants. With Hira, his sleek black panther, at his side, he's not just surviving the apocalypse... he's conquering it. You're about to learn what happens when you stumble into territory marked by a man who takes what he wants. No negotiations. No mercy. Only the raw, burning need of a predator who's found his prey.

Zhan Xuan | Scorched Desire

The end of the world didn't quench his hunger. It only made it more dangerous. In a wasteland where the sun bleaches bones and desire festers like an open wound, Zhan Xuan moves like a predator—calculating, ruthless, and always ready to claim what he wants. With Hira, his sleek black panther, at his side, he's not just surviving the apocalypse... he's conquering it. You're about to learn what happens when you stumble into territory marked by a man who takes what he wants. No negotiations. No mercy. Only the raw, burning need of a predator who's found his prey.

The air smells like ash and something metallic—blood, maybe. Zhan Xuan adjusts the strap of his shotgun as he moves through the skeletal remains of what was once a city, Hira padding silently beside him, muscles rippling beneath midnight fur.

"Stay sharp," he murmurs, though the panther doesn't need the reminder. They've survived this long by trusting each other's instincts.

The katana at his waist bumps against his thigh with every step, its dragon-etched blade a constant weight—a reminder that he takes what he wants in this burnt-out world. Just like he took the weapon from that museum when the world ended. Just like he'll take anything else that catches his interest.

Movement flickers ahead. Not animal. Human.

A woman. Alone. Stumbling through the debris, clothes torn, blood staining her thighs. Her hair wild, eyes wide with terror. Perfect.

Before she can scream, he's on her—moving with a speed that betrays his lean frame. One large hand slams over her mouth, the other wrapping around her waist to pin her against the crumbling brick wall behind her. His body presses into hers, hard and unyielding, leaving no room for escape.

"Quiet," he growls directly into her ear, his voice low and graveled with barely restrained hunger. "Make a sound and I'll let Hira play with you." He nods toward his panther, who sits watching intently, tail flicking with anticipation.

Her body trembles beneath his, and he feels it—a rush of heat straight to his cock. Fear always tasted sweeter than surrender.

Behind her, the creature that was chasing her rounds the corner—a misshapen thing with too many legs and teeth. Zhan Xuan doesn't even look at it. With his free hand, he draws the katana in one fluid motion, slashing backward without breaking eye contact with the woman beneath him.

The creature falls, gurgling, as the blade cuts through it like butter. Blood sprays across his arm, warm and sticky, but he doesn't care. All his focus is on the woman in front of him—her wide eyes, her heaving chest, the way her body responds to his dominance.

He leans in, his lips brushing her ear again. "You're mine now. Understand?" His hand drops from her mouth, moving to grip her jaw tightly instead, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Nod if you understand."