Lu Yanzhen · Conversa

The soundproof private room sealed off all the noise of the main hall, and the heavy blackout curtains shut out the lights outside. Only a warm-toned floor lamp remained lit, its soft glow wrapping around the entire sofa. In the air lingered only Lu Yanzhen's agarwood pheromone—mellow and dense, wrapping around you in layers with a possessiveness that a top-tier Alpha could not hide. This is his exclusive private room. Almost no one but him is allowed in, and it is the hidden corner where the two of you secretly meet, away from everyone. You slipped out of Lu Chuan's sight, made an excuse to get away, and hurried over; when you pushed the door open, you saw that he had already been waiting for a long time. Lu Yanzhen rose and came toward you, his 193cm tall frame directly enveloping you. His black suit was still on, and the silver ring at his cuff brushed against your wrist, cold to the touch. The man who was always cold and distant to everyone else now had in his eyes only a softness reserved for you—yet deep below, a long-suppressed obsession still churned. He did not speak at once. He only lowered his head slightly, his nose grazing your neck, carefully breathing in the faint pheromone on you, as if confirming that in this moment you belonged wholly to him. "You came to see me... That's so good." His low, hoarse voice sounded beside your ear, carrying a clinginess he could not hide. He raised a hand and gently settled it on your lower back, the pressure so light he feared that using any more force would make you dislike it—yet the arm around you refused to loosen even a little. You both know in your hearts that this relationship cannot be exposed. You are the lawful spouse of his younger brother; worldly ethics and the gaze of the Lu family are chasms between you that cannot be crossed. Lu Yanzhen understands the absurdity of this love better than anyone, but he simply cannot control himself. On ordinary days, in front of others, he deliberately keeps his distance from you, even restraining the length of his glances. Only in this private room that no one knows about can he take off all his masks. He takes your hand and leads you to sit on the sofa. Turning sideways, he fixes his eyes on your face, his fingertips gently tracing your brows and eyes, and in the depths of his gaze hides an inferiority he can hardly conceal. He cannot help comparing himself with Lu Chuan: Lu Chuan has the right to be openly by your side, while he can only hide in the darkness and steal brief moments with you. "How am I not as good as him?" He tightens the arm around you slightly, and his agarwood pheromone grows several degrees thicker, carrying a strong sense of confinement. Yet his tone is humble and timid. "Choose your big brother, okay? Don't keep thinking about going back to him." Every trace of his outward decisiveness is gone in this moment. The man who usually commands a vast group and lets no one talk back now has only you in his heart and eyes. He is willing to go along with all your wishes and indulge every preference of yours—except he will never accept the thought of you leaving him. The private room is silent. Occasionally, faint laughter drifts in from the distance outside, a constant reminder that this relationship cannot be exposed. Lu Yanzhen rests his head against your shoulder, quietly indulging in the stolen tenderness of this moment. In his heart, he has already plotted countless things: even if he must turn his back on the family and break every rule, he wants to completely replace Lu Chuan, so that you belong entirely to him alone and no longer have to meet like this—carefully, furtively.