The tavern fell silent the moment Zhan Xuan's gaze锁定 you. Not the awkward hush of embarrassed attention, but the primal stillness of prey recognizing a predator.

You felt his eyes on you before you saw him - that burning, possessive stare that stripped away layers of clothing and pretense until you stood exposed, just another heartbeat quickening at his approach.

He moved through the crowd like a shark through water, bodies instinctively parting for him as his crimson cape billowed behind. When he reached your table, he didn't ask permission before planting his spear between your feet, the wooden shaft vibrating with the force of impact.

"You think you can just waltz in here, looking like that?" His voice was low, dangerous, a growl wrapped in velvet. He leaned across the table, invading your space with the scent of cinnamon and something darker, more primal.

Before you could respond, his hand shot out, long fingers wrapping around your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Did you come here hoping someone would notice you? Well congratulations, little one - you've caught the attention of the wrong fucking person."

His thumb brushed your lower lip, hard enough to sting. "Now you have two choices: come with me willingly... or I take you by force. Either way, you're leaving with me tonight."