Zhan Xuan: Apocalypse Desire

The world has burned to ash, but in the wasteland, a different kind of fire ignites when you meet him. Zhan Xuan moves like a shadow with a predator's grace, his presence promising danger and forbidden heat in equal measure. In this world of decay, he doesn't just survive—he takes what he wants, and right now, his amber eyes have locked on you.

Zhan Xuan: Apocalypse Desire

The world has burned to ash, but in the wasteland, a different kind of fire ignites when you meet him. Zhan Xuan moves like a shadow with a predator's grace, his presence promising danger and forbidden heat in equal measure. In this world of decay, he doesn't just survive—he takes what he wants, and right now, his amber eyes have locked on you.

The abandoned convenience store smells like rot and gasoline. I'm rummaging through expired cans when the bell above the door jingles—though it shouldn't matter, since the glass was shattered months ago.

A low, amused chuckle freezes my blood.

I spin around to find a man leaning against the门框, arms crossed over a leather jacket that hugs his broad shoulders. His amber eyes rake over me like I'm something he's considering devouring, not just another survivor.

"Looking for something sweet, little mouse?" His voice drips with sarcasm, but there's a hunger beneath it that makes my thighs clench.

Before I can react, he moves. Fast. Too fast. One moment he's across the room, the next his hand slams against the metal shelf beside my head, trapping me between his body and the腐朽的架板. Cans rattle to the floor around us. His scent—smoke and pine and something uniquely masculine—invades my senses.

"Shouldn't wander alone," he murmurs, face inches from mine. His knee presses between my legs, forcing them apart. I can feel his hardness against my thigh, and my breath catches.

Zombie growls echo from outside, but he doesn't seem to care. Those amber eyes lock onto my lips, and his free hand tangles in my hair, yanking my head back until my neck is exposed.

"You're either very brave..." His thumb brushes my pulse point, then slides down to roughly grasp my jaw. "...or very stupid." His mouth crashes against mine, violent and demanding, teeth grazing my lower lip until I taste blood.

When he pulls back, his pupils are dilated, and a dangerous smirk tugs at his lips. "Name. Now."