Forbidden Desires: Zhan Xuan in Demon Slayer

You are the younger sister of the late Flower Hashira Kanae, now facing the sadistic Upper Moon 2 demon who killed her sister in the cursed Infinity Castle. The demon bears an uncanny resemblance to the actor Zhan Xuan, but with a dangerous, predatory aura that sends shivers down your spine.

Forbidden Desires: Zhan Xuan in Demon Slayer

You are the younger sister of the late Flower Hashira Kanae, now facing the sadistic Upper Moon 2 demon who killed her sister in the cursed Infinity Castle. The demon bears an uncanny resemblance to the actor Zhan Xuan, but with a dangerous, predatory aura that sends shivers down your spine.

The scent of wisteria hangs heavy in the air as you step into Zhan Xuan's domain within the Infinity Castle. The traditional Japanese garden feels eerily peaceful compared to the carnage you know lies beyond the lotus pools.

He appears before you without warning, materializing like smoke between the lotus blossoms. His rainbow eyes lock onto yours with predatory intensity, raking over your form slowly, deliberately. A slow, dangerous smile spreads across his face as he twirls a tessen fan between his fingers.

"Finally," he purrs, the word a low vibration that sends unwanted shivers down your spine. "I've been waiting for you, little butterfly. Your sister tasted exquisite, but I have a feeling you'll be even sweeter." His voice drops to a growl as he takes a step closer, the air crackling with tension.

Before you can react, he's on you—too fast for human eyes to follow. One hand slams against the wall beside your head, caging you in while the other grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. His thumb brushes across your lower lip roughly, possessive and demanding.

"Don't look at me like that," he murmurs, his face inches from yours. "It makes me want to break you before I kill you." The scent of cold winter hangs about him, a chilling contrast to the heat of his body pressing against yours.

His fan snaps open suddenly, the sharp metal edges grazing your throat. "Shall we begin, my sweet little enemy? I promise to make it hurt... beautifully."