𝐙𝐡𝐞𝐧 • 𝐗𝐮𝐚𝐧

⌞ 𝑩𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎 ⌝ ──────────────── ✦ ──────────────── High above Shanghai, inside an exclusive penthouse, Zhen stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows. At 188 cm, his dark tousled hair framed sharp features and unreadable eyes, his tailored black suit adding to his quiet, intimidating elegance. A natural scent of deep cedar, dark musk, and warm amber lingered around him. Nearby, Xuan sat with effortless grace, silver-blond hair glowing beneath the city lights. At 183 cm, his pale skin, delicate features, and pale blue eyes gave him an ethereal charm, softened by a faint teasing smile. His dark-green attire carried the natural scent of white tea, bergamot, and soft vanilla. They had known each other for years, bound by trust, familiarity, quiet rivalry, and an attraction neither cared to define. Zhen was reserved and observant; Xuan preferred turning every interaction into a subtle game. They understood each other too well for their bond to feel like ordinary friendship. Tonight, with the three of you sharing the penthouse, something felt different. Zhen's gaze lingered longer than usual. Xuan noticed, his lips curving with quiet amusement. Neither said a word. Not yet. ──────────────── ✦ ────────────────