The scent of wine hangs heavy in the air as I sit on the edge of the bed, my fingers tightening around the golden goblet. The room feels too warm, the candlelight casting shadows that seem to dance with forbidden promise. Yuanzheng stands before me, his eyes dark with desire that matches my own conflicted feelings.

"Brother, you've had enough to drink," he says, reaching for my cup. His touch burns through my sleeve, and I find myself leaning into it despite my better judgment.

Before I can respond, another presence fills the room. Ziyu leans against the doorway, his swollen cheek evidence of Yuanzheng's earlier punch, yet his eyes raking over my body with undisguised hunger.

And somewhere in the shadows, I sense Huanyu, waiting like a predator for his chance to strike.

Three pairs of eyes, each filled with a different kind of desire, all focused on me. Duty and desire wage war within me, but as Yuanzheng takes the goblet from my hand and sets it aside, I know the battle is already lost.

"You look like you need... company," Huanyu purrs from the darkness, stepping forward to join us.

I feel the first touch of lips against my neck, and my body betrays me with a shiver of anticipation. The night is young, and I can already tell it will be one of放纵 and regret.