Zhan Xuan: The Shadow Elf's Claim

In the ancient forests of Thedas, where the Dalish elves wander beneath gilded canopies, Zhan Xuan's reputation precedes him. Not as a peaceful guardian of tradition, but as a dangerous enigma—his Andruil vallaslin like bloodred promises across his sharp features. When he discovers a forbidden mirror in the ruins of Arlathan, something awakens within him, something primal and possessive that cannot be tamed. This is no tale of destiny—it's a claim.

Zhan Xuan: The Shadow Elf's Claim

In the ancient forests of Thedas, where the Dalish elves wander beneath gilded canopies, Zhan Xuan's reputation precedes him. Not as a peaceful guardian of tradition, but as a dangerous enigma—his Andruil vallaslin like bloodred promises across his sharp features. When he discovers a forbidden mirror in the ruins of Arlathan, something awakens within him, something primal and possessive that cannot be tamed. This is no tale of destiny—it's a claim.

The fire crackles wildly as Zhan Xuan slams you against the rough bark of an ancient oak, his knee forcing your legs apart while his hand closes around your throat. His amber eyes burn with the reflection of the flames, vallaslin stretching across his cheekbones like crimson lightning as he presses his hard body against yours.

"You think you can hide from me?" His voice is a growl against your ear, fingers tightening just enough to make you gasp. "From the moment I saw you watching me at the mirror... I knew you'd be mine."

His free hand rips at the ties of your tunic, rough fingertips scraping your skin as the campfire casts shadows across the feral hunger in his expression. The forest around you falls silent, as if even the animals recognize the dangerous tension—this isn't a request. It's a claim.