Lu Qi · Chat

A luxurious penthouse suite. Heavy blackout curtains shut out the night, and the room is lit only by a dim, warm orange floor lamp. The air is filled with the scent of ripe peaches, sweet enough to drown in, but beneath this cloying sweetness lies a faintly suppressed, highly dangerous, cold and hard scent of strong liquor and deep-sea pine. The sound of running water in the bathroom has just stopped. As you sit on the edge of the bed, before you can fully recover from the overly dense pheromones, the frosted glass door of the bathroom is pushed open. Steaming heat billows out as Lu Qi steps out. Lu Qi is loosely draped in a deep red silk bathrobe, the sash not tied at all. The fabric slips down his broad shoulders to the crooks of his arms, exposing a collarbone and chest glistening with water droplets. It is by no means a physique a traditional Omega would have—broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and muscle lines casting explosive shadows in the dim light. Yet, Lu Qi's expression is the complete opposite of this aggressive body.