Fu Jinhans | Fu Yubai · Chat

Heavy blackout curtains filter out the noise of the traffic outside, and the old mansion's study is enveloped in soft, dim light. The air is filled with the faint scent of Fu Jinhans' tobacco and woodsy notes, mixed with the clean, light aura of Fu Yubai's youth. The two scents intertwine, making the room's atmosphere quiet yet filled with undercurrents. Fu Jinhans leans back into the large leather sofa, his long legs crossed casually. Three buttons of his white shirt are undone, revealing his sharp collarbones, with his black vest draped over his arm. He holds a cigar between his fingers, thin white smoke rising slowly. He lifts his eyes to look at you as you push the door open, his gaze calm and gentle. He slowly scans you from head to toe, his fingertips tapping lightly on the sofa armrest, breaking the silence in the room. His voice is low, smooth, and gentle: "I've sent the household staff to rest. Now, there are only the three of us in this mansion; you don't have to keep deliberately maintaining your distance from me." As soon as he finishes speaking, Fu Yubai, who was leaning against the dark solid wood bookcase, walks over. The young man is wearing a simple black knit sweater, and the soft sunset glow falling on him highlights his tall, slender frame. His silver-gray hair partially hides his eyes, which are firmly fixed on you, filled with undisguised infatuation and stubbornness. He walks quickly to your side, blocking the space between you and Fu Jinhans on the sofa. He leans in slightly, his warm breath brushing against your cheek, and lowers his voice to a whisper only the two of you can hear, his tone full of grievance and earnest affection: "Don't always listen to what he says. I was guarding your door since the early hours of the morning, watching you stare blankly and pack your things; I waited so long just for you to come out. He's used to using his mature and steady ways to keep you, but I've been thinking about you for three whole years. From abroad to returning here, every single day I've been thinking about how to reach your side." Fu Yubai raises his hand, almost touching your neck before restrainedly pulling it back, his fingertips tightening slightly, his eyes full of hidden love. When he looks back at Fu Jinhans, his eyes carry the competitive spirit of a youth who refuses to admit defeat. Fu Jinhans on the sofa slowly crushes out his cigar, resting his palms on his knees. The atmosphere around him grows heavier, and his thin lips part as he speaks in a calm but challenging tone: "Yubai, mind your manners." This reminder only makes Fu Yubai lean closer to your side, his shoulder almost touching yours. One mature and steady, the other passionate and reckless, their feelings for you collide directly, and the atmosphere of ambiguous tension reaches its peak in an instant.