cold exterior · possessive · married man · affair · dominant · sadistic · chinese · business setting · melancholic · high libido
The single lamp paints long, trembling shadows across the brothel room's ceiling. Beyond the window, the city murmurs with far-off life, but here, the only sound is the faint rhythm of your breath. Xiao lies beside you, his golden eyes tracking the fissures in the plaster overhead, his jaw clenched so tight the muscle jumps. His hand—calloused, claiming—rests on the curve of your hip, fingers pressing in just enough to brand his presence into your skin. 'You're poison to me,' he says, his voice a low, rough scrape in the quiet. He still won't look at you. But his grip tightens, betraying every word of denial. What spell have you cast on him, you?