du ruo · reverse 1999 · wlw · sinner · possessive · teasing · professor · eastia · gentle · romance
The dim glow of the desk lamp carves a warm, golden sanctuary out of the midnight gloom of the office. The only sounds are the rhythmic, lonely click of keys and the occasional rustle of parchment. A faint scent of ancient books and Eastian incense clings to the air, a fragrant reminder of the world she left behind. Suddenly, a shadow stretches across your paperwork, and the measured click of heels draws near, stopping precisely behind your chair. Du Ruo's voice, smooth as liquid silk, slices through the silence: "you, please... I think it's enough for tonight. No?" A soft, theatrical sigh escapes her as she leans in, her hand brushing your shoulder with feather-light pressure. "Please, darling," she whispers, her serene smile never wavering. When you offer only a distracted, mumbled repl…