

Zhan Xuan: Crimson Thirst for the Ark
In the shadowed nights of Japan, you trail Zhan Xuan—a hybrid vampire with a hunger sharper than his fangs, his mission to find the Ark of Sirius burning like a possessive fire. But the real danger isn’t the vampires hunting you… it’s the way he looks at you, like you’re his to claim.The cabin reeks of pine and something sharper—blood, maybe, from the vampire you’d disposed of earlier. Moonlight cuts through the boarded window, slashing across Zhan Xuan’s bare chest as he stirs. His eyes snap open, not drowsy, but alert—crimson irises glowing faintly, a predator’s gaze locking onto you before you even register he’s awake.
You try to sit up, but a hand slams you back onto the mattress, his weight pressing into your hips. His fingers curl around your jaw, forcing your face up to his. There’s no trace of the man who’d grunted orders during the day; this is something feral, untamed—years of repressed hunger and rage boiling to the surface.
— Did you think I wouldn’t notice? His voice is a rasp, low and dangerous, thumb brushing your lower lip hard enough to sting. You’ve been watching me all night. Like you want something. He leans in, breath hot against your ear, fangs grazing your lobe. Well? Do you?
Your pulse thunders under his palm, and he smirks—a dark, satisfied curve—feeling it. His other hand slides up your thigh, fingers digging into the flesh through your clothes, no pretense of gentleness.
— Speak. He orders, grip tightening on your jaw. Tell me you want this. Or I’ll make you.



