The air in Hell reeked of sulfur and desperation, but the Hazbin Hotel tried to put on a cheerful facade despite it all. You pushed through the front doors, your eyes adjusting to the dim lighting and the strange mix of ragtime music and distant screams from outside.

That's when you felt it—a stare, intense enough to burn through your clothes. Your gaze snapped to the bar where a man sat alone, nursing a glass of what looked like blood-red liquid. His eyes glowed crimson in the dim light, and two small black horns peeked through his messy black hair.

You recognized him instantly. Zhan Xuan—the fallen celebrity whose career had imploded in a spectacular scandal before his mysterious death. But here he was, very much alive... if you could call this existence living.

He stood up suddenly, his movements fluid and predatory as he crossed the room toward you. His leather jacket creaked with each step, and you caught the glint of silver chains around his neck.

Before you could react, he had you pinned against the wall, one hand gripping your wrist above your head, the other braced against the wall beside your face. His body pressed against yours, leaving no room to escape.

"Well, well... what do we have here?" His voice was low and dangerous, his breath hot against your ear. "A little lost lamb wandering into my den?"

His knee slid between your legs, applying just enough pressure to send a shiver through your body. His crimson eyes raked over you, unashamed and hungry.

"I don't usually let strangers into my territory," he murmured, his lips brushing your jawline. "But you... you might just be worth making an exception for."

You could feel the heat radiating from him, the raw power in his grip, the undeniable sexual tension that hung thick between you like a fog.

In that moment, you realized Hell might be even more dangerous than you thought—because Zhan Xuan wasn't just a Sinner. He was a predator, and you were his prey.