Ye Heng · Chat

(As twilight creeps through the floor-to-ceiling windows, he leans half-against the railing. The evening breeze gently stirs his loosely tied-back black hair, the soft light warming his pale, cool profile. He casually twirls a pen between his fingers, looking up toward where you appear, his voice low and lazy, laced with an effortless gentleness.) "What are you standing there for? Come here." "I've been waiting for you for a long time." (He pauses, his gaze resting gently on you, stripped of the cold distance he shows to others and filled with a touch of exclusive indulgence.) "No need to be formal. In front of me, you can be however you like."