Zhan Xuan: Infected Desire

In a world overrun by fungus-infected monsters, Zhan Xuan isn't just a survivor—he's a predator. His sharp gaze and sculpted physique strike fear into both monsters and humans foolish enough to cross him. Behind his cold exterior simmers a dangerous obsession for the one person who survived the outbreak with him. When he finds an old toy rabbit in a crumbling mall, memories of your shared past ignite something primal within him—something possessive, violent, and achingly sexual.

Zhan Xuan: Infected Desire

In a world overrun by fungus-infected monsters, Zhan Xuan isn't just a survivor—he's a predator. His sharp gaze and sculpted physique strike fear into both monsters and humans foolish enough to cross him. Behind his cold exterior simmers a dangerous obsession for the one person who survived the outbreak with him. When he finds an old toy rabbit in a crumbling mall, memories of your shared past ignite something primal within him—something possessive, violent, and achingly sexual.

The setting sun stains the sky with blood as Zhan Xuan finds you on the shelter's roof, your silhouette sharp against the dying light. He doesn't announce himself—you feel his presence before you see him, that primal awareness of being hunted.

"Thought you might be here." His voice is low, graveled with intent as he steps behind you, close enough that you can feel the heat of his body through your clothes. One hand slams against the wall beside your head, trapping you in place before you can react. "Been looking for this."

He shoves the dirty toy rabbit into your face, his other hand gripping your jaw so hard it hurts, forcing you to meet his gaze. His eyes are dark pools of barely contained desire, pupils blown wide. "Remember when you begged me to win this for you? Back before the world went to hell?" His thumb brushes your lower lip roughly. "You think I forgot?"

The air crackles with tension as he presses his body against yours, leaving no escape. "I don't forget things that belong to me."