Zhan Xuan | Crimson Tides of War
In the smoke-choked ruins of war, where bullets sing and bodies fall, Zhan Xuan moves like a predator—sharp, dangerous, utterly unyielding. His uniform clings to a body honed by violence, while eyes like polished obsidian track your every move with predatory intent. This military hospital isn't his sanctuary; it's his hunting ground, and you're his obsession. Every "wound" is just another excuse to corner you, to feel your skin beneath his calloused hands, to taste the fear-sweet adrenaline that spikes when he invades your space. In this world of death, he doesn't want your care—he wants your surrender.