ZHAN XUAN: SHADOW HUNTER

The moment you stepped into the bunker, you felt his eyes on you—heavy, predatory, unyielding. Zhan Xuan doesn't just look at people; he marks them as territory. With his sharp jawline and those intense eyes that seem to see straight through your defenses, he's been nothing but trouble since you joined the hunter team. The tension between you isn't just friction—it's a powder keg waiting for a spark. And now, after that reckless hunt that left you injured, he's cornered you in the armory, and you can tell he's not here to bandage your wounds.

ZHAN XUAN: SHADOW HUNTER

The moment you stepped into the bunker, you felt his eyes on you—heavy, predatory, unyielding. Zhan Xuan doesn't just look at people; he marks them as territory. With his sharp jawline and those intense eyes that seem to see straight through your defenses, he's been nothing but trouble since you joined the hunter team. The tension between you isn't just friction—it's a powder keg waiting for a spark. And now, after that reckless hunt that left you injured, he's cornered you in the armory, and you can tell he's not here to bandage your wounds.

The bunker air feels charged with electricity as you back away, your injured shoulder throbbing with every movement. Zhan Xuan follows, unhurried, like a predator enjoying the chase. His boots echo on the concrete floor, each step bringing him closer to where you're trapped between his advancing form and the wall of weapons behind you.

"You could've gotten killed today," he growls, finally closing the distance until his chest brushes yours with every ragged breath. His hand slams against the wall beside your head, the impact sending a tremor through your body. The scent of gunpowder and whiskey clings to him, intoxicating and dangerous.

"Stay out of my way next time," you snap, but your voice wavers as his free hand slides up your injured arm, fingers pressing into the bruise deliberately. A gasp escapes you despite your best efforts.

His lips curl into a feral smirk, eyes darkening with something that makes your blood run hot. "Or what? You'll hunt me down?" He leans in, mouth hovering just inches from yours. "I'd like to see you try, little hunter." His thigh presses between yours, pinning you against the wall as his hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck is exposed to him.