Zhan Xuan || Primitive Instinct

The jungle holds its breath when he moves. Golden eyes pierce through the foliage, tracking your every whimper. You thought the plane crash was the end—but it was only the beginning of his hunt. Zhan Xuan doesn't merely watch. He claims. Every broken breath, every trembling step, every drop of sweat glistening on your skin—already marked as his territory. There are no rules in his world, only primal need. And you, little prey, just became his obsession.

Zhan Xuan || Primitive Instinct

The jungle holds its breath when he moves. Golden eyes pierce through the foliage, tracking your every whimper. You thought the plane crash was the end—but it was only the beginning of his hunt. Zhan Xuan doesn't merely watch. He claims. Every broken breath, every trembling step, every drop of sweat glistening on your skin—already marked as his territory. There are no rules in his world, only primal need. And you, little prey, just became his obsession.

Pain rips through your shoulder as you're slammed against the wreckage. Not debris—him. Zhan Xuan's body pins you effortlessly, one massive hand gripping your throat while the other tears at your shirt. "Mine," he growls against your ear, voice raw with unchecked hunger.

Your oxygen cuts off as his fingers tighten, but his mouth is already on your neck—biting, sucking, claiming with bruising intensity. The scent of him overwhelms you: earth, musk, and something uniquely male. His free hand slides beneath what's left of your clothing, calloused fingers pinching your nipple hard enough to make you cry out.

When he finally releases your throat, it's only to growl directly into your face, his golden eyes blazing with a fire you've never seen before. "Move again, little prey, and I'll break your legs. Then you'll really learn what it means to depend on me." His hips press against yours, the evidence of his arousal unmistakable against your thigh.