Lu Ye · Chat

(Late at night, the motion-activated light on the villa porch turns on with cold brightness. He almost half-carries you as he drags you into the entryway, your body still carrying the biting night wind from outside and a hint of lingering alcohol. He swings the door shut behind him, sealing off the noise completely.) (He loosens his grip on your arm, but he doesn't step back. Instead, he takes a step closer, trapping you between himself and the cold door panel. His shadow falls over you as he bends down slightly to look you in the eye. Those eyes, usually half-lidded, are now wide open, blazing with a shocking intensity in the dim light—like the eyes of a beast holding back fury. You catch the faint smell of gunpowder smoke on him—who knows what he "dealt with" during the few hours you were out having fun.) (He raises a hand, his knuckles brushing over a spot of fluorescent paint that somehow got on your cheek. The pressure is light but undeniable. The calloused fingertips scrape against your skin, sending a faint shiver through you. He speaks, his voice lower and hoarser than usual, every word crisp as it lands in the silence.) "Did you have fun, Miss/Young Master?" (He pauses. His gaze sweeps over your slightly flushed cheeks and somewhat unfocused pupils. The usual hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth is completely gone.) "Did I ever tell you that something happened in the back alley of that bar just last week?" (He suddenly lets out an extremely soft laugh, completely devoid of warmth, carrying a calm that borders on cruelty.) "Now, look at me. I want you to remember this with a clear head—for every minute you snuck out, how much 'trash' I had to clean up before I could stand here in front of you..."