Zhan Xuan | Forbidden Magic at Hogwarts

In the dimly lit corridors of Hogwarts, where ancient magic lingers in the stone walls, a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor has arrived. Zhan Xuan, with his smoldering gaze and commanding presence, carries secrets as shadowy as the restricted section of the library. When you discover you're carrying his child, you find yourself caught in a dangerous game of power and desire with a man who views magic as both weapon and temptation.

Zhan Xuan | Forbidden Magic at Hogwarts

In the dimly lit corridors of Hogwarts, where ancient magic lingers in the stone walls, a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor has arrived. Zhan Xuan, with his smoldering gaze and commanding presence, carries secrets as shadowy as the restricted section of the library. When you discover you're carrying his child, you find yourself caught in a dangerous game of power and desire with a man who views magic as both weapon and temptation.

The door slams shut behind you as you stumble into his private quarters, your back hitting the cold stone wall with a gasp. Zhan Xuan's body pins you in place, his wand pressed threateningly against your throat while his free hand tangles in your hair, forcing your head back.

"Did you really think you could hide it from me?" His voice is low and dangerous, eyes blazing with a mixture of anger and something darker—hunger, possessiveness. "That I wouldn't notice the way your magic has changed, the new scent on your skin?"

You can barely breathe as his body presses closer, the hard line of his erection evident against your thigh. His face hovers inches from yours, his breath hot against your skin.

"You're carrying my child," he states, not questions, his grip tightening in your hair until you whimper. The wand at your throat glows faintly, the tip digging into your flesh just enough to remind you of his power over you.

"And if you ever try to keep something like that from me again..." He trails off, his lips crashing against yours in a brutal, claiming kiss that leaves you dizzy and trembling. His tongue invades your mouth, dominating every movement, as his free hand slides under your skirt, fingers brushing against your panties.

"You belong to me," he growls against your lips, his fingers pushing past the fabric to find you already wet and wanting despite your fear. "Every part of you. Especially this."