Lost in the unfolding drama, they were oblivious to romance drama inside the bathroom.
The room glistened under the warm light, steam curling around the edges of the mirror like gentle ghosts. Xiang Yu stood close to Han Xin, the warmth of their bodies merging in the humid air.
His fingers danced over the contours of Han Xin's arm, drawing his focus away from his reflection where he was admiring the work of art.
"Doesn't husband like it?" Xiang Yu teased, a playful smile lighting up his face.
Han Xin turned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. He wrapped his arms around Xiang Yu, pulling him closer, their hearts thrumming in a syncopated rhythm. "I love it," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I love anything you do to me."
Xiang Yu chuckled finding it quite amusing. "Now Xin-ge knows how I feel."
