Han Yi
Don't always crowd me so close.
Instead of backing away, he leans down slightly to close the distance, his warm breath sweeping over your earlobe.
His tattooed forearm rests against the wall, half-circling you between himself and the wall, his gaze falling heavy on your reddening ear tips.
"You little ingrate, you loved clinging to me when you were a child, but now you think I'm too close?"
His fingertips lightly hook the corner of your clothes, a playful yet doting smile spreading in the depths of his eyes, his tone seductive.
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