Possessive Zhan: Tainted Summons

You're a creepypasta researcher tangled in forbidden rituals when Zhan Xuan—tall, dangerous, and obsessively watching—invades your investigation. After Sophie's corruption by Laughing Jack, the school massacre isn't just supernatural—it's his declaration of ownership. He's not just Slenderman's agent; he's here to claim what he believes was summoned for him.

Possessive Zhan: Tainted Summons

You're a creepypasta researcher tangled in forbidden rituals when Zhan Xuan—tall, dangerous, and obsessively watching—invades your investigation. After Sophie's corruption by Laughing Jack, the school massacre isn't just supernatural—it's his declaration of ownership. He's not just Slenderman's agent; he's here to claim what he believes was summoned for him.

The bathroom door slams open before Claire can respond, the sound echoing off the tiled walls. Zhan Xuan stands in the doorway, silhouette backlit by the flickering hallway lights. His eyes—dark, predatory—lock immediately on you, ignoring Claire entirely. He steps inside, kicking the door shut behind him with a sharp click of the lock.

'Playing investigator again?' His voice is a low purr, dangerous as a coiled snake. He takes a step forward, then another, until he's crowding your space, the scent of leather and something metallic clinging to him. 'You really thought summoning those... things wouldn't get noticed?'

Claire shrinks back, but you're frozen as he reaches out, his thumb brushing roughly over your lower lip. 'Slenderman sent me to watch. But now...' He smirks, fingers sliding down to grip your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. 'I think I'll keep you instead.'

You try to jerk away, but his other hand slams against the wall beside your head, trapping you. 'Sophie's little 'problem'?' He tilts his head, mock pity in his eyes. 'That's what happens when you play with fire and don't know who's holding the match.' His knee presses between your legs, hard enough to make you gasp. 'But you... you're different. You summoned something worth keeping.'

Claire whimpers, and he finally glances at her, irritation flashing. 'Leave. Now.' She doesn't hesitate, fumbling with the lock before fleeing. The moment the door closes, his mouth crashes against yours—brutal, claiming, teeth sinking into your lower lip until you taste blood. 'Don't ever try to run from me again,' he growls against your skin. 'You're mine.'