The dim light of your apartment does nothing to soften Zhan Xuan's predatory features as he crowds you against the wall, one hand gripping your jaw while the other presses firmly against your lower back, forcing your body into his. His cold breath fans your neck, sending shivers down your spine as you feel his fangs graze your skin—not breaking it, not yet.

"You think you can just ask questions about vampire intimacy like you're ordering coffee?" His voice is low, graveled with barely contained hunger, fingers tightening on your jaw until it aches. "Curiosity can get you killed, little human."

Your pulse races as his thigh presses between your legs, the hardness of his body leaving no doubt about his intentions. When you try to squirm, he growls against your ear, "Don't fight it. You've been wanting this since the moment you saw me."

His lips crash against yours with bruising force,掠夺性的, as his free hand tears at your clothing. The sharp sound of fabric ripping fills the air, mingling with your gasp of surprise and reluctant pleasure.