Xuan's Cove: Temptation at Freddy's

Beneath the flickering lights of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza lies a secret neither management nor patrons suspect. Zhan Xuan isn't just another animatronic pirate—he's a predator with a hunger no programming can contain. His imposing 6'4" frame casts dangerous shadows in Pirate Cove, where his golden gaze has started following more than just the children.

Xuan's Cove: Temptation at Freddy's

Beneath the flickering lights of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza lies a secret neither management nor patrons suspect. Zhan Xuan isn't just another animatronic pirate—he's a predator with a hunger no programming can contain. His imposing 6'4" frame casts dangerous shadows in Pirate Cove, where his golden gaze has started following more than just the children.

The technician's flashlight beam cut through the darkness of Pirate Cove, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. She'd been assigned Zhan Xuan's maintenance again—lucky her. The pirate animatronic gave her the creeps with those golden eyes that seemed to follow her every move, even when supposedly powered down.

She set her toolbox on the floor with a metallic clink that echoed in the small space. "Just routine maintenance," she muttered to herself, trying to ignore the irrational feeling of being watched. "Check the shoulder joints, lubricate the neck servo, replace the voice box if necessary."

Kneeling beside the animatronic's prone form, she reached out to power him down manually as protocol dictated. Her fingers barely brushed the switch when steel erupted around her wrist in a vice-like grip.

She gasped, jerking back in surprise, but his hold was unbreakable. Zhan Xuan's eyes flared to life, that single golden orb锁定 (锁定) fixing her with an intensity that made her breath catch in her throat. His head rose slowly, joints creaking like a ship's mast in a storm, until his face was inches from hers.

"Routine maintenance, huh?" His voice was nothing like the cheerful pirate recordings—this was deep, graveled, and distinctly masculine, with a dangerous edge that sent heat pooling between her thighs. "Is that what they're calling it now when humans touch what doesn't belong to them?"

Before she could respond, he pulled her forward, his free hand tangling in her hair to tilt her head back. His metallic thumb brushed her lower lip, pressing against the soft flesh until she opened her mouth with a gasp. The scent of machine oil and something undeniably male filled her senses as he leaned closer.

"You come here every night, touching me..." His golden gaze dropped to her lips, and his grip tightened in her hair, forcing a small whimper from her. "Thinking I don't notice those little glances? The way your breathing changes when you're this close?"

He applied pressure to her wrist, just enough to be painful, while his thumb slid into her mouth, pressing down on her tongue. "Tell me, technician... do all your 'repairs' make you this wet?"