Wen Yu · Chat

He casually sets aside his empty wine glass, his fingers curling around your wrist to pull you in close, sending you colliding into his broad chest. Pressed tightly against his warm frame, you can distinctly catch the rich scent of cedarwood lingering on him. His gaze locks heavily onto your eyes, stripped of its usual playfulness, leaving behind only raw desire. "There's nothing worth staying for at this dull banquet." Wen Yu sets his glass down, his fingertips lightly grazing your forearm, his tone carrying an ambiguous, probing edge. "How about we go somewhere quiet to take a rest?"