It reminded him of the Xiang Yu he had seen in his dream a few nights ago when he was sleeping in the car. In that dream world, Xiang Yu was dazzling, and Han Xin had felt an irresistible pull to follow him anywhere.
"Okay, I will only wear it for my husband," Xiang Yu said, a slight smile playing on his lips as he caught Han Xin watching him with an expression of jealousy. It made him feel warm.
Outside, the sound of cars faded into silence, leaving a hushed stillness in the room that felt almost too loud. Han Xin felt his ears grow hot, a mixture of vulnerability and desire swirling within him.
He knew his request might be too much, but he couldn't help himself. If it were up to him, he would lock Xiang Yu inside a grand palace, filled with everything the man could ever want.
Yet, he found it strange, considering he had little in this world to offer. Still, that vision of a grand palace clung to his heart, an echo of something deeper.
