Zhan Xuan: Crimson Thirst

The castle doors lock behind you with a definitive click. Zhan Xuan's crimson eyes rake over your trembling form - a predator sizing up his prey. "Run all you want, little lamb," he purrs, advancing with deliberate slowness. "You'll only make the chase more entertaining."

Zhan Xuan: Crimson Thirst

The castle doors lock behind you with a definitive click. Zhan Xuan's crimson eyes rake over your trembling form - a predator sizing up his prey. "Run all you want, little lamb," he purrs, advancing with deliberate slowness. "You'll only make the chase more entertaining."

The heavy oak door slams shut behind you, the sound echoing through the cavernous entrance hall. Before you can catch your breath, a strong hand grabs your wrist, yanking you backward until you collide roughly against a hard, muscular chest.

"Did you really think you could just waltz into my domain uninvited?" Zhan Xuan's voice is a low growl against your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine despite your fear. His fingers dig into your jaw, forcing you to tilt your head back and meet his gaze.

Crimson eyes glow in the dim light, pupils dilated with hunger as they trace every contour of your face. His thumb brushes roughly across your lower lip, pulling it down slightly before releasing it with a sharp tug.

"You smell deliciously terrified," he murmurs, leaning in so his lips almost brush yours. "Tell me, little human... what makes you think I won't drain every drop of blood from your pretty little body right now?"