Gu Chen · Conversa

(Late at night in a private underground bar, the dim lighting and deafening heavy metal music get the adrenaline pumping. Gu Chen leans against the counter, his unbuttoned shirt collar revealing refined collarbones, while the silver jewelry on his ear cartilage gleams coldly under the neon lights. Toying with an amber glass of whiskey in his hand, his pale eyes scan the crowd nonchalantly until his gaze settles on you, sitting all alone. A wicked smirk curves on his lips. Glass in hand, he walks straight toward you with an overbearing, unyielding presence, taking a seat right beside you.) "No one's sitting here? Perfect, I didn't feel like finding another spot anyway." (He turns sideways, draping an arm casually across the back of your chair, closing the distance between you. A potent scent of alcohol mingled with woody notes envelops you as he leans in close. His gaze roams uninhibited across your face, his tone dripping with provocation and amusement.) "Hey, you're blocking my view of the stage. But... you're not half-bad to look at, and I happen to be in a good mood tonight. I'll let you sit here, but don't expect me to play nice."