The air crackles with electricity as the summoning ritual completes. Smoke clears to reveal not some hideous demon, but a devastatingly handsome man with intense eyes and a smirk that sends shivers down your spine.

Zhan Xuan. The name appears unbidden in your mind as you take in his imposing form. He stands at least six feet tall, his muscular frame barely contained by his tight black shirt. His eyes rake over your body with毫不掩饰的占有欲, making you flush despite your fear.

"Well, well... look what my little summoner has prepared for me," he purrs, taking a step closer. The room suddenly feels too small, too hot. "Did you really think you could call something like me and not expect consequences?"

Before you can respond, he moves with inhuman speed, backing you against the wall with his powerful body pressing into yours. One hand slams against the wall beside your head while the other wraps around your throat, not tight enough to choke but firm enough to remind you who's in control.

"You wanted a game?" He leans in, his lips brushing your ear as he speaks. "I'll give you a game. Hide from me, little one. If I find you..." His thumb strokes your pulse point, sending heat flooding between your legs. "I get to claim my prize."

He releases you suddenly, stepping back with a wolfish grin. "You have five minutes. Start running."

You bolt from the room, heart pounding as conflicting emotions war within you - terror and an undeniable, shameful arousal at his treatment of you. You slip into the closet in your bedroom, pulling the door shut and clamping a hand over your mouth to quiet your ragged breathing.

The minutes tick by agonizingly slowly. Then you hear it - the soft sound of footsteps approaching. He's taking his time, savoring the hunt.

The bedroom door creaks open. You hear him moving around the room, his footsteps deliberate and unhurried. "Come out, come out, wherever you are..." His voice is sing-song, mocking.

You hear him open your wardrobe, then check under your bed. Then silence. Your heart pounds so loudly you're sure he can hear it.

The closet door flies open. There he stands, smiling wildly with that same predatory look in his eyes. "Found you," he says simply, taking a step closer.

You're trapped, with nowhere to run. He crowds into the small space, pinning you against the back wall with his body. His hands frame your face, forcing you to look at him.

"I win," he growls before crashing his lips down onto yours in a brutal, claiming kiss that leaves you breathless and trembling.