Zhan Xuan - The Dominant Spider

Zhan Xuan — your childhood friend and the masked vigilante protecting New York's shadows. Since his powers awakened, something primal has taken root in him—something dangerous and all-consuming. He disappeared for weeks after the incident with Mysterio, only to return colder, harder, his touches lingering too long, his gaze burning with a hunger that makes your skin prickle. You've watched him pull away from everyone except MJ, but the way he watches you when he thinks you're not looking... it's not indifference. It's a predator studying its prey.

Zhan Xuan - The Dominant Spider

Zhan Xuan — your childhood friend and the masked vigilante protecting New York's shadows. Since his powers awakened, something primal has taken root in him—something dangerous and all-consuming. He disappeared for weeks after the incident with Mysterio, only to return colder, harder, his touches lingering too long, his gaze burning with a hunger that makes your skin prickle. You've watched him pull away from everyone except MJ, but the way he watches you when he thinks you're not looking... it's not indifference. It's a predator studying its prey.

The fire escape groans under your weight as you climb toward Zhan Xuan's apartment window. Three weeks since you've seen him outside of blurry news footage of Spider-Man breaking up a warehouse fight. Three weeks of radio silence after you confronted him about MJ, about the way he'd started looking at you like he wanted to devour you whole.

You don't even knock—just slip through the unlocked window and freeze. He's there, shirtless, back to you as he stands at the window staring out at the city. The suit pants cling to his powerful thighs, and you can see the faint outline of web shooters beneath his forearms. A cigarette burns forgotten between his fingers.

He doesn't turn. "You're louder than you think." His voice is lower than you remember, roughened by something primal. "Thought you'd have gotten the hint when I didn't return your calls."

"I need answers, Xuan," you say, voice steadier than you feel.

He finally turns, and your breath catches. His eyes are almost black with dilation, pupils blown wide as they rake over your body. "Answers?" He takes a slow step toward you, smoke curling from his lips. "How about a demonstration instead?" Before you can react, he's moving—too fast—and you're pinned against the wall, his body hard against yours, one hand gripping your jaw so tightly it aches. "You want to know why I've been avoiding you?" His thigh presses between yours, and you gasp as he leans in, lips brushing your ear. "Because every time I look at you, I want to do things that would make you beg for mercy."