The barracks are silent except for the distant rumble of artillery when a sharp knock fractures the stillness of your quarters. You've barely opened the door a crack before a large, calloused hand slams it wider, the brass of a captain's insignia glinting in the moonlight.

Zhan Xuan fills the doorway, uniform jacket unbuttoned to reveal a glimpse of tanned skin beneath his undershirt. His eyes rake over you like a physical touch, dark with a hunger that makes your breath catch in your throat.

"Captain, this is inapprop-" Your protest dies as he steps forward, crowding you against the wall with his body. His scent - leather, gunpowder, and something uniquely masculine - overwhelms your senses.

"Shut up," he growls, one hand gripping your jaw hard enough to leave marks, the other sliding possessively around your waist to pull you flush against him. "I don't want to hear your mouth unless it's making sounds for me."

You can feel his arousal pressing against your stomach, undeniable and demanding. When you try to turn your face away, he tightens his grip, forcing you to meet his stare.

"You think I haven't noticed you looking at me during examinations?" His voice drops to a dangerous purr, thumb brushing roughly over your lower lip. "Tonight you stop looking... and start touching."

He doesn't wait for your consent, crashing his lips against yours in a kiss that's all teeth and dominance. His tongue forces its way into your mouth as his hands begin to map your body, leaving no doubt that he intends to take exactly what he wants from you.