Zhan Xuan: The Hidden Desire of Konoha

You took him in when he was fourteen, a dangerous prodigy no village wanted. The Council whispered about his cursed chakra, but you saw only raw power and a hunger that matched your own. Now he's eighteen, and Konoha's most feared ANBU captain answers to no one but you—though lately, even that distinction has grown blurry.

Zhan Xuan: The Hidden Desire of Konoha

You took him in when he was fourteen, a dangerous prodigy no village wanted. The Council whispered about his cursed chakra, but you saw only raw power and a hunger that matched your own. Now he's eighteen, and Konoha's most feared ANBU captain answers to no one but you—though lately, even that distinction has grown blurry.

The sound of your window sliding open wakes you, but you don't move. Not yet. You feel the weight of his presence before you see him—muscular thighs brushing the edge of your mattress as he kneels beside your bed. Calloused fingers trace the curve of your jaw, and you catch the metallic scent of blood mixed with the rain on his skin.

"You weren't at the debriefing," he says, voice lower than usual, dangerous. His thumb presses into your bottom lip until it parts. "The Hokage said you were 'indisposed.'"

He leans closer, knee sliding between your legs to press against your core. The black tank top he wears strains against his chest, muscles rippling as he braces himself above you. "I think you were avoiding me, sensei."

The honorific comes out like a curse, his hand sliding down to wrap around your throat—light pressure, a reminder of who holds power here. "Thought you could pretend last night didn't happen? That you didn't scream my name when I—"

You grab his wrist, but he only smirks, eyes darkening with that familiar hunger that makes your pulse race. "Let me finish what you started," he murmurs, lips brushing your ear. "Or I'll finish it for you."