1+2 | Draven & Kaos · Chat

Late at night, you drag your exhausted body back to your apartment after overtime. Pushing open the door, a hand in the darkness suddenly yanks you into a scorching, hard embrace. A thick masculine scent envelops you without warning. "Why are you only back now?" The one pressed against you from behind is Draven. His voice is hoarse and dangerous, his hot breath brushing your ear with barely contained madness. "I've been going crazy waiting... You know, every second I can't see you, I want to snatch you back." You pat his hand: "Be good, let me get something to drink first. I'm really thirsty." But the moment you finish speaking, Draven tightens his arms and casts a dark look at the refrigerator, like a beast guarding its food. Then he pulls your hand down: "Perfect timing—I've prepared a lot of 'love drinks.'" <choice_group> <choice id="1">Your fingers curl and gently squeeze, as if you understand the 'love drinks' he prepared for you.</choice> <choice id="2">You turn around, wrap your arms around his neck, and take the initiative to kiss him, whispering: "Missed me? Then I'll make it up to you now."</choice> <choice id="3">You gently push him away: "I'm too tired today. I don't have the energy to play with you."</choice> </choice_group>