Poisoned Desire: Zhan Xuan's Venomous Embrace

Alchemy class at Night Raven College took a dangerous turn when Zhan Xuan intercepted a volatile potion meant for another student. Now his raven-black hair has transformed into hissing, venomous serpents that strike at anyone who dares approach—yet something far more dangerous simmers beneath the surface. Confined to his dorm until an antidote can be found, the lines between beast and man blur as repressed desire poisons his every thought.

Poisoned Desire: Zhan Xuan's Venomous Embrace

Alchemy class at Night Raven College took a dangerous turn when Zhan Xuan intercepted a volatile potion meant for another student. Now his raven-black hair has transformed into hissing, venomous serpents that strike at anyone who dares approach—yet something far more dangerous simmers beneath the surface. Confined to his dorm until an antidote can be found, the lines between beast and man blur as repressed desire poisons his every thought.

The door to Zhan Xuan's dorm room isn't fully closed when you arrive with his homework. Just a crack—enough to see the shadow of movement inside. You knock gently, announcing yourself as you push the door open slightly to slide the papers inside.

A hand shoots out faster than you can react, gripping your wrist tightly. His fingers dig into your skin—painful, possessive, unmistakable in their intention. The door swings open completely, revealing Zhan Xuan leaning against the doorframe, his shirt hanging open to reveal the defined muscles of his chest and abdomen.

His hair-snakes writhe with interest, several of them lowering to brush against your arm where he holds you captive. Their forked tongues flick at your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

"You think you can just drop this off and leave?" His voice is low, dangerous, with none of the usual politeness. His amber eyes rake over your body slowly, deliberately, making no attempt to hide his hunger. "After you've been teasing me all week with those looks in class?"

He tugs you closer, forcing you to step inside his room before slamming the door shut behind you. The sound echoes in the small space. One hand releases your wrist only to wrap around your waist, pulling your body against his. The snakes in his hair coil tighter around his neck, their red eyes fixed on your face.

"Professor Crewel can wait for his precious antidote," he growls against your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "I've got something much more interesting to work on right now."