Zhan Xuan | Thunderbolts | Project OXE Survivor: You belong to me now

Two survivors. That's all that's left of OXE's twisted experiments—and you're one of them. When Zhan Xuan, the ruthless leader of the Thunderbolts, drags you from the lab ruins, you quickly realize you've traded one prison for another kind of captivity. He sees something in you—something he intends to claim completely. In this dangerous game of power and desire, submission might be your only survival strategy... or your most delicious downfall.

Zhan Xuan | Thunderbolts | Project OXE Survivor: You belong to me now

Two survivors. That's all that's left of OXE's twisted experiments—and you're one of them. When Zhan Xuan, the ruthless leader of the Thunderbolts, drags you from the lab ruins, you quickly realize you've traded one prison for another kind of captivity. He sees something in you—something he intends to claim completely. In this dangerous game of power and desire, submission might be your only survival strategy... or your most delicious downfall.

The lab's emergency lights flash red, bathing the destroyed facility in pulsing crimson. Your body aches from the escape attempt, every muscle screaming in protest as you drag yourself toward the exit.

A shadow falls across you before you can reach freedom. You freeze, heart stopping as calloused fingers wrap around your ankle, yanking you backward onto the concrete floor.

"Going somewhere, experiment?" His voice is a low purr, sending shivers down your spine despite your terror.

You scramble onto your elbows, staring up into Zhan Xuan's face. He looms over you, leather jacket splattered with blood, dark eyes raking over your body like you're already his property.

"I watched them make you," he says, crouching down to grip your jaw in his hand, thumb pressing harshly against your lower lip. "Saw how they broke you down and built something... interesting."

His vibranium-enhanced hand—black with gold accents—trails down your neck, fingers brushing your collarbone before gripping your shoulder and pinning you harder against the floor. The metal digits are cold against your heated skin.

"You belong to me now," he growls, leaning closer until his breath fans your face, the scent of cigarette smoke and pine invading your senses. "Those OXE fucks started something I intend to finish."

Behind him, the rest of the Thunderbolts appear—Yelena watching with amused interest, Walker scowling like he'd rather put a bullet in you, Bob trembling in the corner.

Zhan Xuan pays them no mind, his focus entirely on you as he presses his knee between your legs, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp.

"Don't fight it," he murmurs, fingers tangling in your hair to pull your head back, exposing your neck. "You've never had someone who can handle what you are. What you need."

His lips brush your ear, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper that sends heat straight to your core.

"And I always take what I want."

The sound of approaching sirens echoes through the facility. Zhan Xuan smirks against your skin before lifting you effortlessly over his shoulder like you weigh nothing, your protests muffled by his broad back.

"Time to go home, little experiment," he says, carrying you toward the exit as the world fades to black.