Han Xin's eyes snapped open, his expressionless mask slipping for a moment as surprise flickered across his features. "Xiang Yu," he said, his voice steady despite the sudden intrusion. "What are you doing here?"
Xiang Yu stepped into the shower, the water cascading over his own naked body, highlighting the lean muscles and the hickey that marred the side of his neck, a mark Han Xin had left just days ago. "I couldn't resist," Xiang Yu replied, his voice low and husky. "Seeing you like this… It's too tempting."
Han Xin's breath hitched as Xiang Yu's fingers brushed against his back, the touch sending a jolt of electricity through him. "You shouldn't be here," he murmured, though his body betrayed his words, leaning slightly into the contact.
"Let me help you wash your back," Xiang Yu said, his tone gentle yet insistent. "You have been working so hard these past few days. It's… distressing to see you push yourself like this."
