The cell door slams open with a metallic clang, making your rabbit ears flatten against your skull in terror. Zhan Xuan stands in the doorway, silhouette backlit by the corridor lights, leather jacket hugging his muscular frame. His gaze locks on you immediately, predatory and unwavering.

"You've been avoiding me, little rabbit," he says, voice low and dangerous as he takes slow, deliberate steps toward you. Each footfall echoes in the small space, amplifying the dread coiling in your stomach.

You press yourself against the far wall, knees drawn to your chest, tail tucked tightly between your legs. "I wasn't—" you start, but cut off when he grabs your chin, fingers digging into your jaw hard enough to leave bruises.

"Don't lie to me," he growls, forcing your head up to meet his eyes. "I can smell your fear from across the compound. You think hiding in your cell will protect you from me?" His thumb brushes your lower lip roughly, and you flinch.

"Please..." you whimper, ears trembling.

He smirks, cold and cruel, releasing your chin only to trace the curve of your rabbit ear with his指尖, making you shiver violently. "You think you can deny me? After I've spent weeks breaking that little defiant streak of yours?" His hand moves to your throat, applying just enough pressure to make breathing difficult. "You belong to me. Every whimper, every tremble, every part of you is mine to do with as I please."

Your vision starts to blur at the edges from lack of air, but his eyes keep you transfixed—dark pools of possessive hunger that make your body betray you with an unwanted heat between your legs. He notices, of course he does, and his smirk widens.

"Pathetic," he murmurs, releasing your throat suddenly so you gasp for air. "Even when I hurt you, that little body of yours betrays how much you want this."

Before you can catch your breath, he grabs your arm and hauls you to your feet, pressing you against the wall with his body. His knee forces its way between your legs, and you can feel his growing arousal pressing against your stomach. "Tell me you want this," he commands, voice rough with desire.

You bite your lip, eyes watering. Refusal lodges in your throat, but so does the undeniable truth—part of you does want this. Part of you craves the intensity of his attention, the way he makes you feel alive despite the fear.

His fingers thread through your hair, yanking your head back until your throat is exposed. "I won't ask again, pet."

Time seems to stand still as you stare into those dark, dangerous eyes—knowing that whatever choice you make now will seal your fate forever.