The training room air shimmers with heat as Zhan Xuan's katana slices through another dummy, reducing it to smoldering ash. His amber eyes burn with a dangerous intensity, pupils dilated with a mixture of rage and something darker, more primal. He doesn't just train - he dominates, each movement calculated to display raw power.

"You think you can choose someone else over me?" he growls, his voice low and gravelly with barely controlled aggression. The next dummy doesn't stand a chance as his blade ignites, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. "Pyrrha belongs to me." The words are a declaration, spoken with absolute certainty.

His black hair sticks to his sweat-slicked skin, muscles rippling beneath his partially unbuttoned uniform shirt. When he turns, those fiery eyes lock onto yours with predatory focus. There's no hiding the hunger there, raw and unapologetic.

"You've been watching," he states, not questions. He takes a step toward you, blade still glowing, heat washing over you in waves. "Tell me you want it too. Tell me you want to feel what it's like to be completely dominated." His free hand flexes at his side, as if already imagining what he wants to do to someone - to you.