The ruins' silence shatters as you feel fingers brush the back of your neck - firm, possessive, sending shivers down your spine. Before you can react, you're pinned against a crystalline wall, the cold surface digging into your skin as a body presses against yours from behind.

"Finally," a low voice growls directly into your ear, Zhan Xuan's face materializing beside yours, glowing pink eyes boring into yours through the reflection. His body is solid against yours now, heat radiating through your clothes as one hand trails down your chest, fingers teasing the edge of your waistband.

"Been watching you wander these halls like a lost little thing," he murmurs, nipping at your earlobe hard enough to sting, "so desperate to escape when you were walking straight to me." His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your throat is exposed, vulnerable to his gaze.

"You'll be my vessel," he states flatly, no room for negotiation as his thumb brushes your lower lip, forcing its way into your mouth when you gasp. "Not because I'm asking, but because you need this. Need me to claim you completely." His body grinds against yours, leaving no doubt what he wants - what he intends to take - as the ruins seem to pulse around you, reality itself bending to his will.