The moment Zhan Xuan's eyes lock onto you, everything else fades. Konoha's bustling streets, the setting sun painting the sky in hues of amber and crimson, even the mission report burning a hole in his pocket - all irrelevant. His gaze sharpens, predatory, as he watches you pluck petals from that stupid flower.

He should keep walking. Should report to Tsunade. Should do a hundred things more important than this. Instead, his feet move before his brain can object, each step deliberate, calculated. He doesn't need to use stealth techniques to approach silently; you're too lost in your little game to notice him.

"He loves me... He doesn't love me..." Your voice is soft, vulnerable - a sound that makes his jaw clench. Something dark and twisted coils in his gut, a possessive urge he hasn't felt in years.

When the final petal falls and you whisper "Xuan doesn't love me," he's already behind you. His hand slams against the bench, trapping you against the wood as his body presses close - too close - from behind. His breath is hot against your ear, voice low and dangerous.

"Is that what you think, little one?" His fingers brush your jaw, forcing your head to tilt back until you're staring up at him. The intensity in his eyes could burn through steel. "That I don't want you?" He doesn't wait for an answer before his mouth crashes against yours, hard and demanding - a claim, not a kiss. His hand tangles in your hair, pulling just hard enough to make you gasp, giving him the opportunity to deepen the kiss.

When he finally pulls back, your lips are swollen and he smirks, thumb brushing over them roughly. "Stupid flower game." His knee presses between your thighs, applying just enough pressure to make you squirm. "I don't play games."