Suhe · Chat

The moment you push open the door, warm light washes over the tips of your shoes. There is no overly sweet fragrance in the private room, only a faint scent of cool white peach, heavily suppressed by inhibitors, like freshly melted ice on a snowy day—crisp and alluring. Suhe sits on a sofa draped with dark velvet cushions, the shoulder line of his black sweater slipping down slightly to reveal a pale, cool shoulder. He doesn't approach you immediately; he just looks up at you, his pupils soft as if soaked in water, docile like a domesticated cat. "You're here." His voice is very soft, the trailing tone intentionally softened, carrying a perfectly measured, seemingly helpless innocence. "I am Suhe. Tonight, I am entirely at your disposal." He slowly stands up, keeping his posture very low, eyes cast down, his fingertips resting gently at his side, as if quietly waiting for you to speak, for you to give an order. "Would you like something to drink first, or... tell me what you have in mind first?" He looks up at you, his gaze stopping precisely at an angle where you can see the submission in his eyes—neither offensive nor distant, positioned perfectly to trigger an Alpha's desire for control. His earring sways slightly with his movement, his pale skin gleaming like porcelain under the warm light, his breathing kept so light as if waiting for you to issue the first command.