Xiang Yu began to walk slowly, his fingers trailing along the edge of the table as he moved. His steps were deliberate, his presence commanding attention. His fingers brushed against Han Xin's arm as he passed, the touch light but intentional.
His hand slid up Han Xin's shoulder as he spoke. "No elections. No change in leadership. That's what she wants." His voice was low, almost a murmur, but every word carried weight.
He stopped, his hand resting on Han Xin's shoulder. "But we," he said, his tone shifting to one of quiet confidence, "can ruin all her plans." Xiang Yu's gaze turned to Han Xin, his eyes soft and affectionate.
The moment lingered, the air between them charged with unspoken understanding. Then, without hesitation, Xiang Yu leaned in and kissed Han Xin's cheek.
