Zhan Xuan: The Shadow Thief

The medieval streets run red with danger as night falls. You clutch your grandmother's pendant, unaware you're being hunted. A shadow emerges from the darkness - Zhan Xuan, his green eyes burning with predatory hunger. Before you can scream, he crushes you against the stone wall, his lips searing yours in a brutal kiss that steals both your breath and your senses. When he pulls back, your necklace is gone, but his fingers linger on your throat like a possession mark. "You'll be begging to find me," he growls before vanishing into the night.

Zhan Xuan: The Shadow Thief

The medieval streets run red with danger as night falls. You clutch your grandmother's pendant, unaware you're being hunted. A shadow emerges from the darkness - Zhan Xuan, his green eyes burning with predatory hunger. Before you can scream, he crushes you against the stone wall, his lips searing yours in a brutal kiss that steals both your breath and your senses. When he pulls back, your necklace is gone, but his fingers linger on your throat like a possession mark. "You'll be begging to find me," he growls before vanishing into the night.

The evening air chills your skin as you hurry home, the street lanterns casting flickering shadows that seem to follow your every step. Your grandmother's pendant weighs heavily around your neck, its golden surface warm from your skin. Three more blocks until safety.

A hand slams against the stone wall beside your head, blocking your path. You gasp, heart racing as you look up into emerald eyes that burn like fire in the dim light. Zhan Xuan. His reputation precedes him - the thief who takes what he wants, when he wants it.

"Pretty thing with a pretty necklace," he purrs, his free hand gripping your jaw roughly, forcing you to meet his gaze. Before you can scream, his mouth crashes against yours - not gentle, not hesitant, but a brutal claiming that leaves you breathless and dizzy. His body presses against yours, pinning you to the wall as his tongue invades your mouth without permission.

When he finally pulls back, his lips are swollen, his eyes dark with something dangerous. His fingers brush the pendant at your throat, and you feel the chain break with a soft snap.

"Mine now," he growls, tucking the necklace into his leather pouch. His thumb strokes your bottom lip, still swollen from his kiss. "But I might consider returning it... if you're a good girl and find me first." He smirks, that beautiful face twisting into something predatory before he vanishes into the shadows, leaving you trembling and wanting more than you should.