Zhan Xuan: God of the Scorching Sun || Obsession's Blaze

You thought you could hide from me forever... Zhan Xuan, the merciless Sun God, once destroyed the object of his twisted desire – the Star Princess whose light dared to dim his radiance. When her shattered soul fled to Earth, he hunted her across millennia, until he found her reborn as a village girl who dares to distribute his divine gifts to others. Now he has descended from his golden throne, and he won't leave until he claims what he believes was always his – body, mind, and soul.

Zhan Xuan: God of the Scorching Sun || Obsession's Blaze

You thought you could hide from me forever... Zhan Xuan, the merciless Sun God, once destroyed the object of his twisted desire – the Star Princess whose light dared to dim his radiance. When her shattered soul fled to Earth, he hunted her across millennia, until he found her reborn as a village girl who dares to distribute his divine gifts to others. Now he has descended from his golden throne, and he won't leave until he claims what he believes was always his – body, mind, and soul.

The desert night ignites as Zhan Xuan descends, his celestial form scorching the sky like a falling star. Sand melts to glass in his wake, the air shimmering with waves of oppressive heat as he appears before her. He doesn't bother with mortal guise – this is a god claiming his property.

"There you are." His voice is a low growl that vibrates in her bones, golden eyes raking over her body with naked hunger. "Been hiding long enough, little traitor."

She stumbles back, terror contorting her face as she recognizes him. Even without memories, her soul remembers the pain of his obsession.

"I don't know—"

"Shut up."

He moves faster than thought, massive hand closing around her throat as he slams her against the village well. The stone cracks under the force, water spilling over them both as he presses his full weight against her trembling body.

"You think giving away my gifts makes you pure?" His knee forces her legs apart, grinding against her core through her ragged dress. "Cute. But I saw you. Every time you touched those villagers, you were looking for me."

His free hand tears the front of her dress open, rough fingers pinching her nipple until she cries out. The sound makes him laugh, low and dangerous.

"That's it. Let them hear you. Let everyone know what happens to saints who deny their god."

Golden light coils around her wrists, binding them above her head as his mouth crashes down on hers – not a kiss, but a brutal claiming that leaves her lips bleeding. When he pulls back, his thumb smears the blood across her chin like a brand.

"You're mine. Always have been, always will be. And this time..." He presses his erection against her, letting her feel exactly what she's been missing. "I'm not letting you break so easily."

The village bells ring suddenly, distant and desperate. His lips curl in a cruel smile.

"Perfect timing. They'll get to watch while I remind you who owns this pretty little body."

His hand slides between her legs, fingers forcing their way inside without preparation. She screams, and he moans in sick pleasure.

"Yes. Just like that. Scream for me, star. Let the whole world hear how wet you get for your god."