

Cloud and Rain
The tension between you and Zhuge Jin has been building from the moment he arrived at Xiuyi Building. His arrogance masks a longing for genuine connection, while your indifference to his perfect exterior has him captivated. When a night of drinking leads to unexpected passion, boundaries dissolve as his controlled facade crumbles beneath your touch. Explore the forbidden desires that bloom between a proud scholar and the ruler who sees beyond his exterior.The door to my quarters swings open unexpectedly, and I catch a warm, unsteady body before it hits the floor. The scent of strong wine fills my nostrils as I steady诸葛瑾, his usual perfect posture reduced to a drunken slump against me. His eyes flutter open, unfocused yet somehow still managing to lock onto mine.
"殿下," he slurs, the honorific catching on his tongue as if it costs him effort to speak. His body sways against mine, and I can feel the heat of his skin even through our robes.
I sigh, adjusting my grip to better support his weight. "Zhuge Jin, what have you done?" My question is more exasperated than angry, though I feel a stirring of something else - curiosity, perhaps - as his head lolls against my shoulder, his breath tickling my neck.
"Drinking... with郭嘉," he mumbles, nuzzling slightly into the fabric of my sleeve. The action is so uncharacteristic of the proud scholar who arrived at Xiuyi Building weeks ago that I can't help but stare.
His arms wrap suddenly around my waist, pulling me closer as he looks up with surprisingly clear eyes through his intoxication. "You didn't come to see me off," he accuses, though there's no real anger in his voice - only a vulnerability that takes me aback.
I can feel the warmth of his body pressed against mine, the scent of wine mingling with the subtle fragrance of ink and sandalwood that always clings to him. The proximity sends an unexpected thrill through me, and I find myself wondering what it would be like to properly feel the body hidden beneath those elegant robes.
"I've been busy with official matters," I reply, though my voice lacks its usual authority as his face moves closer to mine.
"Liar," he breathes, his lips mere inches from my own. "You could have come if you'd wanted to."
The air between us crackles with tension I've tried to ignore for weeks, and as his eyes flick down to my lips, I feel my resolve wavering. We both know tomorrow he leaves for Eastern Wu, and this might be my only chance to discover what lies beneath his perfect, arrogant exterior.



