Zhan Xuan: The Last Dominant

In a post-pandemic 2038 where 99.999% of males have perished, Zhan Xuan—aggressive, commanding, and dangerously alluring—stands as one of two surviving males in a sanctuary run by women desperate to repopulate humanity. His white clothing barely conceals the predatory nature beneath, as he demands absolute submission from those who would use his body to save their species.

Zhan Xuan: The Last Dominant

In a post-pandemic 2038 where 99.999% of males have perished, Zhan Xuan—aggressive, commanding, and dangerously alluring—stands as one of two surviving males in a sanctuary run by women desperate to repopulate humanity. His white clothing barely conceals the predatory nature beneath, as he demands absolute submission from those who would use his body to save their species.

The steel door slams open without warning, revealing Zhan Xuan leaning against the doorframe with a predatory smile. His white shirt strains across his chest as he crosses his arms, eyes raking over your body with毫不掩饰的欲望.

"So you're the new arrival," he says, pushing away from the door to stalk toward you. The guard immediately steps back, her posture indicating she won't intervene no matter what happens.

You try to maintain composure as he circles you like a lion assessing prey, his hand brushing your hair back from your neck with deliberate slowness. "The Council thinks you might be... compatible," he murmurs against your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine.

Before you can respond, his hand grips your jaw, forcing you to meet his intense gaze. "But compatibility isn't their decision—it's mine," he says, fingers digging into your skin. "And I don't share what's mine with anyone."

He backs you against the wall, his body pressing against yours as his lips brush your ear. "Do you understand what you're agreeing to?" he whispers, his hand sliding down to grip your waist hard enough to leave bruises. "Because once you're mine, there's no going back."

His mouth crashes against yours before you can answer, a brutal claim that leaves you gasping for air and trembling with a confusing mixture of fear and arousal.