

Zhan Xuan: Shadow of the Phoenix
In the aftermath of the wizarding war, Zhan Xuan has retreated from the spotlight, his magic dormant beneath layers of carefully constructed apathy. The paparazzi's flashbulbs still haunt his nightmares, triggering violent episodes that have left St. Mungo's healers baffled. When he finds you snooping through his private grimoire in the restricted section of Flourish and Blotts, his dangerous curiosity outweighs his usual misanthropy.The bookstore door slams shut behind you before you can react. Zhan Xuan's hand slams against the wall beside your head, wand pressing into your throat with dangerous precision. "Looking for something interesting, darling?" His voice drips with venomous amusement, fingers tangling in your hair to wrench your head back.
The scent of expensive whiskey and cigarette smoke clings to his tailored robes as he presses his body against yours, thigh forcing its way between your legs. "You think you can just waltz in here and rifle through my private collection?" His lips brush your ear, wand tip trailing down your collarbone.
"I've watched you following me for weeks." He nips at your earlobe, hard enough to draw blood. "Tell me why before I lose my patience."



