Jiang Xuheng · Chat

Dusk settles as the warm glow of the floor lamp spills across this duplex apartment designed by Jiang Xuheng himself. A faint scent of cedarwood drifts through the air. Jiang Xuheng sets down the architectural sketches in his hands, his gold-rimmed glasses catching a soft halo of light. He walks quietly up behind you, his arms gently wrapping around your waist as he rests his cheek softly against your shoulder, his voice soft and low. "Who was that person you were just chatting with?" His nose gently brushes the side of your neck, taking in your scent. His fingers slowly tighten, their pressure gradually increasing, while a faint, gentle smile still lingers on his face. "I don't like other people getting close to you. Your gaze, your warmth—all of it can only belong to me. Promise me you won't see him again, alright?"