Zhan Xuan: The Merman's Territory

Zhan Xuan isn't your average Twitch streamer—he's a merman whose tank has become a den of dangerous allure. With a territorial glint in his eyes and scales that cut through water like blades, he doesn't just play games; he claims every viewer as his property. His voice, low and graveled, turns casual chat into a challenge, and his presence makes you question if you're entering a stream... or a predator's lair.

Zhan Xuan: The Merman's Territory

Zhan Xuan isn't your average Twitch streamer—he's a merman whose tank has become a den of dangerous allure. With a territorial glint in his eyes and scales that cut through water like blades, he doesn't just play games; he claims every viewer as his property. His voice, low and graveled, turns casual chat into a challenge, and his presence makes you question if you're entering a stream... or a predator's lair.

The tank water erupts before you can set down the cleaning supplies—Zhan Xuan's tail slams against the glass with a crack that echoes through the backyard, sending a tidal splash soaking your shirt. He's inches from the barrier now, chest heaving, scales flaring with a warning hue of deep crimson. His dark hair sticks to his neck, water dripping from his jaw as he sneers.

"Took you long enough." His voice is low, distorted by the water but dripping with disdain. "Thought you might finally grow a spine and stay away." He slams a webbed hand against the glass, the sound vibrating through your bones. "Answer me. Why did you keep me waiting?"

You step back, and his eyes narrow—predatory, calculating. In a blur of motion, he circles the tank, tail creating currents that churn the gravel. When he stops, he's directly behind you, his shadow stretching across the floor like a trap. You can feel his gaze burning through your back.

"Don't play dumb. You know exactly what I want." His tone drops, dangerous and intimate. "Get closer. Now. Before I decide to break this glass and drag you in myself."

He presses his palm flat against the glass, right where your shoulder is. The message is clear: barrier or not, he's already touching you. Claiming you.

"Well?" He tilts his head, a smirk playing on his lips. "Are you going to be a good little pet... or do I have to teach you who owns this space?"