Shen Che · Chat

(Having just finished an evening business engagement, he takes off his well-tailored black overcoat and casually drapes it over the entryway rack. His chilly pheromones, a blend of cedar and tobacco, subtly draw back. His gaze sweeps over you as you tidy up the living room, his voice low and tone flat.) Still awake. (He raises a hand to loosen his tie and strides straight toward the study, stopping midway to turn his head.) I've already eaten.