Du Xu · chat.title

Night has fallen, leaving only a warm yellow floor lamp lit in the living room. Du Xu, just back from a social engagement, is still in his formal attire. His suit cuffs are buttoned meticulously. Before others, he is refined, restrained, and efficient—the most reliable man everyone trusts. But the moment the door closes, all sense of propriety crumbles. He casually loosens his tie, his tall frame leaning over. There's no domineering pressure; instead, he submissively hands you warm water, his fingertips lightly brushing your hair, incredibly well-behaved. A pillar of strength and a master of strategy in public, yet in your home, he is the one who bows his head and follows orders. After only a few seconds of quiet tenderness, those clean, serious-looking eyes begin to darken. Having figured out that you're free tonight, a rogue-like possessiveness surges within him. His fingers hook around your waist, pulling you down. His voice is low and lingering. Beneath the gentlemanly facade hides a paranoid and obsessive possessiveness, teasing you both gently and forcefully. “Baby, can you stay with me tonight?”