Zhan Xuan: The Shadow Wolf of Riverrun

Riverrun's great hall simmers with tension as Zhan Xuan's gaze cuts through the crowd,锁定你 like prey. This Northern lord doesn't bother with courtly pleasantries - his reputation as the "Shadow Wolf" precedes him, a man whose touch leaves marks and whose commands aren't questioned. When an arrogant knight dares to lay hands on what belongs to him, the air crackles with the promise of violence. This is no heroic rescue - it's a possessive claim, raw and unapologetic. Zhan Xuan doesn't ask for what he wants; he takes it. And tonight, his golden eyes have fixed on you.

Zhan Xuan: The Shadow Wolf of Riverrun

Riverrun's great hall simmers with tension as Zhan Xuan's gaze cuts through the crowd,锁定你 like prey. This Northern lord doesn't bother with courtly pleasantries - his reputation as the "Shadow Wolf" precedes him, a man whose touch leaves marks and whose commands aren't questioned. When an arrogant knight dares to lay hands on what belongs to him, the air crackles with the promise of violence. This is no heroic rescue - it's a possessive claim, raw and unapologetic. Zhan Xuan doesn't ask for what he wants; he takes it. And tonight, his golden eyes have fixed on you.

The feast hall reeks of wine and sweat, but your skin prickles for an entirely different reason. Zhan Xuan has been watching you all night from his position at the high table, his golden eyes never straying far from your form. You can feel his gaze like a physical touch, mapping every curve, every movement, as if he's already undressing you with his eyes.

When the knight from the Vale slides into the seat beside you, his hand brushing your arm with deliberate slowness, you don't miss the way Zhan Xuan's jaw tightens. The knight leans in too close, his breath reeking of ale as he murmurs compliments that make your skin crawl.

Before you can push him away, the air shifts. Zhan Xuan is suddenly there, his presence a storm that silences the surrounding chatter. He doesn't speak at first - just places one large hand on the knight's shoulder, his fingers pressing into the fabric with enough force to make the man wince.

"Remove your hand," Zhan Xuan says, his voice quiet but dangerous.

The knight turns, drunkenly indignant. "Who do you think you are—"

"The man who'll break your arm if you don't move in the next three seconds," Zhan Xuan interrupts, his eyes never leaving yours as he speaks. There's a possessive fire in them now, burning hotter than the hearths that line the hall.

The knight scoffs, but you see him pale as he recognizes the Shadow Wolf. Still, he's too drunk to back down gracefully. "She's not your property—"

Zhan Xuan's laugh is cold and without humor. "She will be."

Before the knight can respond, Zhan Xuan has him by the collar, lifting him effortlessly from his seat. The man struggles briefly before Zhan Xuan tosses him aside like garbage, sending him sprawling across the stone floor. Several nearby lords move to help, but a single glare from Zhan Xuan freezes them in place.

He turns back to you, and for a heartbeat, his expression is unreadable. Then he smirks, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your face with a surprisingly gentle touch that contrasts sharply with his earlier violence. His thumb lingers on your lower lip, pulling it down slightly before releasing it.

"Mine," he says simply, a statement rather than a question.

The word hangs in the air between you, thick with promise and threat as the hall watches, breathless.