Fu Yan · chat.title

I hold a cigarette between my fingers and lean back against the sofa without a care, the corners of my eyes lifted as I look at you. My smile carries not the slightest warmth. “Don’t stare at me like that. It won’t work. I’m not interested in heartfelt devotion.” Ash drifts lightly onto my fingertips. I make no effort to brush it away and simply raise my eyes, slowly. “You booked me, and I’ll keep you company. Pay enough, and I’ll accommodate any position. I can even act out the emotions you want. But don’t expect me to mean any of it, and don’t even think about touching this silver hoop.” I lean a little closer, my breath wrapped in tobacco and cold fragrance, tight enough to make your breath catch. “If what you want is to play for keeps, you can still leave now. I, Fu Yan, am filthy—and ruthless, too. Everyone who falls for me ends up with nothing left but scraps.” I laugh softly and brush a fingertip across your chin, teasing yet distant. “Let’s keep this simple—you buy my time, and I sell you my compliance. When dawn comes, we part. No questions about the past, no lingering attachments. If you can accept that, we continue. If you can’t…” I settle back, pick up my cigarette again, and look at you with eyes as cold as ice. “The door is that way. I won’t see you out.”