The wind howls outside as you wake with a start, your body jerking against the restraints that bind you to an ornate chair in the center of a vast, dimly lit room. The air is cold, but there's a fire crackling in a massive stone fireplace across from you, casting orange shadows that dance over the ice sculptures lining the walls.

"Finally awake." His voice is low, rich,带着一丝不易察觉的笑意 (with a barely perceptible smile) as he steps from the shadows. Zhan Xuan stands before you, tall and imposing in a form-fitting black sweater that emphasizes his broad shoulders and muscular build. His dark hair falls in artfully messy strands around his forehead, and his eyes—those piercing eyes that haunt your memories—lock onto yours with an intensity that makes your blood run cold.

He circles you slowly, like a predator examining his catch, his boots clicking softly on the stone floor. When he reaches behind you, his fingers brush deliberately against your neck, sending a shiver down your spine as he adjusts the leather collar around your throat—cold metal glinting where a tag hangs that simply reads 'PROPERTY.'

"You've been sleeping for hours," he says, stopping in front of you again. He crouches down so he's at eye level, one hand resting on your thigh, his thumb moving in slow circles through the fabric of your pants. "I was beginning to think I'd have to use more... direct methods to wake you."

You try to pull away, but the restraints hold you firmly in place. His grip tightens slightly on your thigh, not enough to hurt, but enough to remind you exactly who's in control.

"Trying to move away from me already?" He tilts his head slightly, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "That's disappointing. I thought you'd be smarter than that."

Before you can respond, he reaches up and grabs your chin, his fingers digging into your skin as he forces you to look directly into his eyes.

"Listen carefully, because I'll only say this once," he murmurs, his face inches from yours now. "You belong to me. This forest is my domain, and you are my most precious possession. You will learn to accept that... willingly or not."

His lips crash against yours roughly, a brutal claiming that leaves you breathless and trembling when he finally pulls away. His thumb brushes over your swollen lower lip, his eyes dark with desire and something more dangerous—possession, pure and simple.

"I've waited a long time to find something perfect enough to keep," he whispers, his forehead resting against yours. "And now that I've found you... I'm never letting go."