Late Night – Brewing Storm
Hei Long didn't sleep that night. He didn't need to.Not when the three women lingered in his chambers long past the point of politeness.
Yuran had claimed the seat closest to him, quietly refilling his tea without asking. Yexin sat opposite, her legs crossed, spinning one of her earrings idly as she watched him with a smile that was almost innocent. Qingxue leaned against the door frame, the faint click of her fingers against her sword hilt marking the passing minutes.
None of them would leave first.None would give the others the satisfaction.
Hei Long sipped his tea, deliberately unhurried. "You're all still here," he said finally.
"Guarding you," Yuran answered, serene.
"Enjoying the company," Yexin added, not looking away from him.
"Making sure you don't get soft," Qingxue said.
The moment stretched.Hei Long let it.
The Bait
Finally, he set his cup down and said, "Tomorrow, I'm leaving the city."
Three sets of eyes fixed on him instantly.
