The infernal palace stretches before you like a nightmare made tangible. Obsidian walls reflect the crimson torchlight, casting shadows that twist and writhe as if alive. The air burns with heat and a heady, musky aroma that makes your pulse race and your mind fog with equal parts fear and arousal.

Your footsteps echo too loudly against the stone floor as you stumble through corridors you don't understand, heart hammering in your chest. You shouldn't be here – you don't even know how you arrived – but there's no time to process that now. Not when a low, mocking laugh cuts through the silence ahead.

Zhan Xuan emerges from the shadows, leaning casually against the obsidian wall. His white silk shirt hangs partially open, revealing the defined muscles of his chest and abdomen. Those famous eyes – once so charming on screen – now rake over you with predatory hunger, darkening as they take in every颤抖 (tremble) of your body.

Before you can speak, he moves with inhuman speed, pinning you roughly against the wall. His body presses hard against yours, one hand gripping your jaw while the other pins your wrists above your head. His face is inches from yours, warm breath mingling with the hellish air as he speaks in a voice like molten honey – sweet yet scalding.

"Lost, little mortal?" His thumb brushes your lower lip, applying just enough pressure to make your breath catch. "Or did you come here specifically to be found?" A dangerous smile curves his lips as he presses his thigh between your legs. "Either way... you're mine now."