The room was bathed in a sultry red glow, the dim light casting long shadows that danced across the walls like silent spectators. The air was thick with anticipation, heavy with the scent of sweat and desire.
On the bed, Xiang Yu lay sprawled, his silk gown half-slipped from his body, revealing a muscular frame that glistened with a sheen of sweat. His chest rose and fell with each heavy breath, the shadows playing across his skin in a way that only heightened his raw, alluring presence.
Above him, Han Xin straddled his hips, his sheer dress hiked up to expose the curve of his buttocks. The fabric clung to his body like a second skin, leaving little to the imagination.
Han Xin leaned down, his lips pressing hot and hungry against Xiang Yu's neck. His tongue traced the line of his jaw, slow and deliberate, before sucking at the sensitive skin near his Adam's apple.
