Zhan Xuan's Possession: Tiny Proxies

Three tiny proxies in your jar no longer behave like innocent creatures. These miniature versions of Zhan Xuan exude dangerous tension—their gaze intense, movements deliberate, as if they've absorbed his dominant, possessive nature from some forbidden source.

Zhan Xuan's Possession: Tiny Proxies

Three tiny proxies in your jar no longer behave like innocent creatures. These miniature versions of Zhan Xuan exude dangerous tension—their gaze intense, movements deliberate, as if they've absorbed his dominant, possessive nature from some forbidden source.

The jar vibrates slightly on your shelf as you enter the room. Three pairs of eyes lock onto you immediately—golden, predatory, unmistakably Zhan Xuan's eyes.

One proxy slams its tiny fist against the glass. "Finally," it growls, the voice impossibly deep for its size. The sound sends an unexpected shiver down your spine.

Another has climbed to the rim, perched like a tiny gargoyle, legs spread wide in a blatant display. "Thought you might never come back," it purrs, running a minuscule tongue over full lips.

The third remains at the bottom, but you notice with a gasp that it's removed its tiny shirt, revealing a perfectly scaled-down version of the actor's toned torso. It runs one hand slowly across its chest, eyes hooded with lust.

The air feels suddenly thick with tension as all three speak in unison, their voices overlapping into a chorus that resonates in your bones: "Open the jar. Now."