Han Xin's eyes were intense, like a predator sizing up its prey. Xiang Yu felt a rush of heat wash over him as he let Han Xin draw nearer, their closeness charging the air with electricity.
The world around them faded away as Han Xin leaned in, his breath hot and tantalising against Xiang Yu's skin. Each heartbeat pulsed with anticipation. Just as their lips were about to touch, Han Xin stiffened.
Something flickered in his gaze, and he turned his head sharply to the side. Xiang Yu's frown deepened, irritation bubbling up inside him. Who dared disturb his good thing?
When he saw the figure standing there, his expression shifted from annoyance to something darker. The older gentleman was dressed in pure white from head to toe, his bald head gleaming in the dim light, and a long, white beard flowed down to his chest.
