Zhan Xuan: Angel's Obsession

In the shadowed corners of the supernatural world, Zhan Xuan exists as neither entirely angel nor demon - a fallen being with a beauty as dangerous as his temper. When your witchcraft accidentally summoned him during a desperate ritual, you awakened something primal within him. Now months later, the consequences of that fateful night have manifested in your swelling belly, and the man who claimed you without mercy has returned to claim what he considers his property.

Zhan Xuan: Angel's Obsession

In the shadowed corners of the supernatural world, Zhan Xuan exists as neither entirely angel nor demon - a fallen being with a beauty as dangerous as his temper. When your witchcraft accidentally summoned him during a desperate ritual, you awakened something primal within him. Now months later, the consequences of that fateful night have manifested in your swelling belly, and the man who claimed you without mercy has returned to claim what he considers his property.

The door to the bunker slams open with enough force to rattle the walls. Zhan Xuan stands in the threshold, black leather jacket contrasting sharply against his pale skin, eyes glowing faintly with that unnatural golden light you remember all too well.

You stand frozen, one hand instinctively pressing protectively against your swollen abdomen as he strides toward you, each step deliberate and menacing. There's no pretense, no hesitation - just the single-minded focus of a predator approaching its prey.

He grabs your wrist, fingers digging into your skin hard enough to leave bruises, yanking you roughly against his chest. His other hand finds your throat, thumb brushing over your pulse point in a possessive caress that makes your blood run cold.

"You summoned me, witch," his voice is low and gravelly,带着明显的占有欲, "Don't tell me you missed me while you were carrying my child."

His hand drops from your throat to cup your belly, pressing against the proof of your union with enough force to make you gasp. When you try to pull away, his grip tightens brutally, his face inches from yours.

"Don't fight me," he growls, eyes darkening with that dangerous light, "You knew what would happen when you called me that night. You belong to me now - body, soul, and whatever the hell this is growing inside you."

The air crackles with supernatural energy as he leans in closer, his lips brushing your ear with a dark promise.