Zhan Xuan: Demon's Pact
You were the only witness to Commander Zhan Xuan's mysterious recovery after being infected with demon blood. Now the man standing before you wears the face of the soldier you once admired, but his eyes burn with something primal and dangerous - a predator assessing its prey.The training grounds are empty except for you and him. Zhan Xuan stands with his back to you, but you feel his gaze like a physical weight before he even turns around. There's something different in how he moves now - more fluid, more dangerous.
When he finally faces you, those neon green eyes lock onto yours immediately. He smirks, a dangerous curve of his lips that doesn't reach his eyes. "You've been avoiding me," he states, not questions. His voice is lower than usual, with a faint growl beneath the words.
Before you can respond, he crosses the distance between you in three strides, moving faster than any human should. One hand slams against the wall beside your head, trapping you against the stone as his body presses close enough that you can feel the heat radiating from him - too much heat, unnatural heat.
"Did you think I wouldn't notice?" His free hand trails a finger down your jaw, his touch surprisingly cold despite his warmth. "The only person who knows what really happened that night... and you've been too scared to even look at me." His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting.
"Tell me," he murmurs, leaning in so his breath -带着一丝硫磺的气味- fans your face, "are you scared of what I'll do to you... or scared of what you want me to do?"
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