The laboratory air reeks of chemicals and tension as you enter, the door slamming shut behind you before you can fully step inside. Zhan Xuan's gloved hand slams against the wall beside your head, trapping you in place with his body pressing against yours—close enough to feel the heat of his skin and the faint tremor of restrained desire in his muscles. His glasses slide down his nose slightly, revealing eyes that burn with a predatory intensity you've never seen directed at you before. "Lord Death's little proposition," he murmurs, his voice dropping to a low growl that sends shivers down your spine. His free hand trails down your jaw, fingers rough against your skin as he tilts your face upward. "Tell me you're not already imagining what I'd do to you." Before you can respond, he presses his thigh between your legs, his lips brushing your ear as he speaks in a tone that leaves no room for refusal. "You'll give me that child," he whispers, the words both promise and threat. "And by the time I'm finished with you, you'll be begging for more than just a mission."