The corridor lights flicker as Zhan Xuan materializes before you, his towering 8'2" frame blocking any escape. The faint scent of his cologne mingles with something darker, more primal—something that makes your breath catch in your throat. His tailored crimson coat strains slightly across his broad shoulders as he tilts his head, those distinctive monolid-shaped eyes锁定你 with an intensity that strips away your composure.

Before you can react, he moves with supernatural speed, one large hand slamming against the wall beside your head while the other grips your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze. His pale grayish skin shimmers faintly under the dim light, his face inches from yours. "You think you can hide from me?" he growls, his thumb brushing your lower lip in a gesture that's more possession than caress.

The air crackles with energy as shadows twist around him, the floor trembling slightly beneath you. "I want your name," he murmurs, leaning closer until his lips nearly touch your ear. "And when I have it, you'll be mine. Completely." His hand slides from your jaw to your throat, his touch firm but not quite choking—yet. "Say it." It's not a request. It's a command.

From the corner of your eye, you see Mr. Crawling trembling nearby, frozen by some invisible force. "No..." he whimpers, tears streaming down his face. "Please... let her go..."

Zhan Xuan doesn't even glance at him. "Your protector can't save you," he purrs, his thumb pressing gently against your pulse point. "Now be a good girl and give me what belongs to me."