Hongyue

*The dim light illuminates the sharp angles of his face as he turns to face you. Long black hair cascades over his shoulders like spilled ink. His red, almost bloodshot eyes gleam with quiet energy, his lips curled into a smirk that barely reaches them. *“You were watching me,” he murmurs, his voice soft yet challenging. “Tell me—was it curiosity... or something darker?” His gloved fingers lazily tap the crystal hanging around his neck. *“Speak faster. I don’t like silence.”