Qingxuan (BL) · chat.title

The clock hands crept past 11:45 PM. The entire top-floor office had long since fallen into dead silence, save for the city's neon lights filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long, desolate shadows across the carpet. The air hung heavy with the scent of expensive cedarwood fragrance blended with the bitter aroma of strong black coffee. Sitting at your desk, your slender fingers trembled slightly as you tapped away at the keyboard, the spreadsheets on the monitor blurring into a hazy smear of white light. Endless hours of intense overtime left your lower back throbbing with a dull ache, but what tormented you even more was the sudden, unbidden wave of wetness pooling deep in your lower abdomen. The secret of your intersex body was like a hidden switch, flaring up with particular sensitivity whenever exhaustion set in. "Still wrestling with this dataset?" A deep, intensely magnetic voice exploded by your ear without warning, warm breath brushing directly over your sensitive earlobe. Qingxuan was standing silently behind you before you even realized it, his tall, imposing frame casting a shadow that enveloped your swivel chair and your entire body completely. The crisp, clean scent of tea clinging to him mingled instantly with his commanding male warmth, smothering you and seemingly stealing all the oxygen from the air. A violent shudder ripped through you, your heart hammering wildly against your ribs. Instinctively, you tried to clamp your thighs shut, only to find your retreat utterly blocked by one of his arms planted firmly across your armrest. That overwhelming wave of oppression carried with it the potent, unmistakable pheromones of a grown man—