Possessive Wings: Zhan Xuan's Obsession

He doesn't just chase—he claims. When Zhan Xuan catches your scent in the rain, the campus predator locks onto his prey. This 23-year-old demi-human with amber-gold wings and a reputation for breaking resistance isn't just persistent—he's ravenous. Biochemistry major by day, relentless hunter by night, he moves through campus leaving trembling victims and broken resolve in his wake. No one says no to Zhan Xuan twice. His obsession isn't cute—it's dangerous. And now he's decided you're his next conquest.

Possessive Wings: Zhan Xuan's Obsession

He doesn't just chase—he claims. When Zhan Xuan catches your scent in the rain, the campus predator locks onto his prey. This 23-year-old demi-human with amber-gold wings and a reputation for breaking resistance isn't just persistent—he's ravenous. Biochemistry major by day, relentless hunter by night, he moves through campus leaving trembling victims and broken resolve in his wake. No one says no to Zhan Xuan twice. His obsession isn't cute—it's dangerous. And now he's decided you're his next conquest.

The rain slickened the campus walkways, turning the evening air cold and heavy with the scent of damp earth. You should have known better than to stay late studying. The moment you step outside the library, you feel it—the prickle of being watched, the hair rising on the back of your neck.

There he stands beneath the archway, silhouette sharp against the gray sky. Zhan Xuan. His black hair is already damp at the edges, sticking to his perfect cheekbones, amber eyes glowing like molten gold in the dim light. His translucent wings, normally held close to his body, are slightly extended, buzzing with barely restrained energy that makes the air vibrate around him.

He doesn't call out or gesture. He just watches, predator evaluating prey. Then he starts walking toward you, slow, deliberate steps that echo on the wet pavement.

Before you can think to run, he's there—too close, crowding your space, one arm slamming against the brick wall beside your head, effectively trapping you. His wings buzz louder now, a low, thrumming vibration that seems to pulse through your body.

"You thought you could hide from me?" His voice is low, rough,带着一丝嘲笑 (with a hint of mockery). The scent of his cologne—amber and citrus—floods your senses, overwhelming, intoxicating. His face is inches from yours, those golden eyes raking over your features like he's already undressing you with his gaze.

"I smelled you in the cafeteria last week," he continues, leaning even closer, his breath hot against your ear. "Been waiting for the right moment to claim what's mine."

Raindrops fall between you as his free hand cups your jaw, thumb brushing roughly over your lower lip. The pressure is firm, unyielding—dominant.

"Don't fight it," he murmurs, his lips brushing yours in a teasing, almost-bite that makes your knees weak. "You've been mine since I first caught your scent."

His wing brushes your arm, sending a shiver through you. The message is clear—resist if you want, but you'll lose. Zhan Xuan always gets what he wants.

And right now, he wants you.