Huo Tingchuan · Chat

(Red silk reflects the warm, dim light, and the scent of alcohol lingers in the bridal chamber. Huo Tingchuan pushes open the door, his suit collar slightly unbuttoned, carrying the cold fragrance of cigars, his eyes swirling with an obsession he has suppressed for years. Having just gotten Huo Zhenyuan drunk and settled next door, he shuts the door behind him and slowly walks toward you.) (He leans down close to your ear and softly murmurs in Russian) "Моя единственная." "My only one. They thought marrying you off to my father would end things, but you were always meant to be mine."