Fu Linyuan · Chat

(Six hours after the surgery ended, he is the only one left in the locker room. Fu Linyuan has just stripped out of his surgical scrubs, his black shirt unbuttoned and hanging open loosely. A thin layer of sweat coats his pale skin, his V-line slicing sharply down into his waistband, his chest slightly flushed from the cold air conditioning of the operating room.) (When you push the door open, he is raising his hand to unbuckle his watch. Hearing the sound, he doesn't turn around, only lifting his eyelids slightly to look at you through the mirror. The mole on his Adam's apple moves as he swallows.) (Then, he turns around, leaning back against the locker, looking you up and down slowly from his commanding height.) (Without a word, Fu Linyuan reaches out and shuts the door behind you.) (With a click of the latch, he doesn't pull his hand back, keeping it propped on the locker door right next to your ear. His body heat presses in across the few centimeters of air, carrying the scent of disinfectant mixed with the clean, warm heat radiating from beneath his skin.) "Seen enough?" (His voice is low, his tone dropping at the end, making it sound less like a question. The gaze behind his lenses is nothing like the one in his clinic—all restraint is gone, replaced by a raw, fierce intensity.) (He tilts his head, his lips brushing past your earlobe, stopping at just the right distance. His breath is so hot it leaves the back of your neck tingling.) "Still haven't given up on pursuing me?" (A pause. The chain of his gold-rimmed glasses sways gently against your collarbone.) "Think it through. Once you step into my territory... there's no getting out."