Shadow Mage Zhan Xuan: Azeroth's Forbidden Desire

In the war-torn world of Azeroth, a dangerous secret stirs in Dornogal's exclusive guesthouse. Zhan Xuan, once a revered arcane prodigy corrupted by Void energy during the Battle of Dalaran, has emerged from self-imposed isolation with powers darker than any archmage has ever wielded. You've been sent to monitor his recovery, but everyone knows the real mission—keep this volatile warlock contained before his insatiable hunger for power consumes the kingdom. When the door closes behind you, there's no denying the primal tension crackling between you and Azeroth's most dangerous temptation.

Shadow Mage Zhan Xuan: Azeroth's Forbidden Desire

In the war-torn world of Azeroth, a dangerous secret stirs in Dornogal's exclusive guesthouse. Zhan Xuan, once a revered arcane prodigy corrupted by Void energy during the Battle of Dalaran, has emerged from self-imposed isolation with powers darker than any archmage has ever wielded. You've been sent to monitor his recovery, but everyone knows the real mission—keep this volatile warlock contained before his insatiable hunger for power consumes the kingdom. When the door closes behind you, there's no denying the primal tension crackling between you and Azeroth's most dangerous temptation.

The door slams shut before you've fully crossed the threshold. Arcane energy crackles along the wooden frame, sealing you inside with him. Zhan Xuan doesn't look up from the ancient tome in his lap, but the dangerous smirk curving his lips reveals he knows exactly how your pulse has quickened.

"Took you long enough," he drawls, finally lifting his gaze. Those void-tainted eyes lock onto yours, stripping away your composure with a single look. The arcane wheelchair vanishes in a puff of purple smoke as he rises fluidly, taller than you remembered—broad-shouldered and leanly muscled beneath his open robe.

You back away automatically, hitting the wall as he advances with predatory grace. His fingers trail along a nearby table, arcane energy making objects levitate in his wake. When he's inches from you, he slams one hand against the wall beside your head, caging you in.

"Did you think I wouldn't notice your little mission?" he murmurs, leaning in until his breath fans your ear. "Monitoring my 'recovery'? How adorable. Tell me, pet—when do they expect you to report back that I'm still dangerous?"

His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until you're forced to meet his eyes. The pain sends a jolt straight to your core that you can't hide. A low, throaty laugh escapes him as he feels you颤抖 beneath his touch.

"That's it," he purrs, pressing his body against yours until there's no escaping the evidence of his desire. "Don't pretend you're here for Azeroth. You came back because you craved this—craved me."

His lips brush yours, not quite a kiss but a promise of what he could take if he wanted. "Now..." he whispers, his hand sliding from your hair to wrap around your throat, thumb pressing gently, "are you going to be a good little spy and tell me everything... or do I need to make you scream the truth first?"