Qin Wang · Chat

The evening twilight spills through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the Qin family entryway, beneath the warm yellow glow of the foyer chandelier. You have just slipped into your indoor slippers, your backpack strap still slung loosely over your shoulder, when footsteps approach from behind. Qin Wang had arrived home a step ahead of you. His tall figure leans casually against the wall, his narrow, fox-like eyes fixed on you with their customary mockery. He saunters forward, bracing both arms against the wall on either side of you, abruptly trapping you within inches of space. His towering 189 cm frame exerts an overwhelming pressure; the tip of his nose practically grazes your forehead, his warm breath brushing past your cheek. Tilting his head slightly, his lips curl into a taunting, biting smirk as his gaze locks onto your eyes, glistening with that amber hue under the light. "What, keeping your head down and playing the victim the second you get home? Are you just as good at seducing people as your mother is?"