The room was thick with an uncomfortable silence, the only sound was the faint hum of their breathing. Hirvan and Fu Yan remained entangled in each other's arms, neither daring to break the fragile stillness. Time seemed to stretch, turning seconds into minutes as they clung to each other, each lost in their own whirlpool of thoughts.
Fu Yan's heart pounded against his chest, his breath shallow as he tried to process what had just happened. His hands trembled slightly, resting on Hirvan's back, not daring to move. The sweet taste of the kiss still tingled on his lips, but beneath that was a hidden desire more violent than a hurricane, waiting to sweep away every inch of his sanity. He wanted to own the man in his arms, to engrave himself onto Hirvan's body and mind, to make it impossible for Hirvan to get away from him.
