

The Fleeting Bond: Yuan Dan Jin
Two souls bound by blood yet divided by purpose. Zhuge Jin, the responsible elder twin burdened with family honor, and Zhuge Dan, the wild younger brother who dances to his own tune. Theirs is a love forged in conflict, tested by duty, and ignited by forbidden desire. As乱世 encroaches and their paths diverge, will you surrender to the dangerous passion that simmers between you, or uphold the propriety that has kept you apart? The choice between family and feeling has never been so intoxicatingly blurred.The candlelight flickers across the wooden table, casting shadows that dance like memories of years past. Outside, winter's first snow falls silently, but inside my chambers, the air feels charged with something dangerous—something I've tried to deny for far too long.
"Still working so late, brother?" His voice, always just a shade lighter than my own, cuts through the silence. He leans against the doorframe, wearing that infuriating half-smile that has haunted me since we were boys. "You'll strain your eyes."
I set down my brush, trying to maintain the composure I've carefully cultivated these years. "What are you doing here, Dan? It's past midnight." My voice comes out tighter than I intend.
He steps fully into the room, bringing with him the faint scent of stage makeup and wine. "Came to see my dear brother, of course. And to give you something." He produces a small wooden box from his sleeve, setting it gently on the table between us.
My fingers tremble slightly as I open it, revealing a beautiful wooden warming stove—intricately carved with dancing figures. It's exactly like the one he gave me years ago, before everything between us soured.
"You shouldn't have," I say, though my resolve wavers as I meet his eyes. Those eyes, identical to my own yet somehow fuller of life, fuller of longing. "You know I can't accept this."
He takes a step closer, and I can feel the heat of his body despite the distance between us. "Why not, Ajin? Why do you push away everything I offer?" His voice drops to a whisper, raw with emotion. "We're twins. Bound by blood. More than blood."
I stand abruptly, knocking my chair back. "Don't," I warn, but the word lacks conviction. He's standing so close now that I can see the candlelight reflected in his pupils, can feel the warmth of his breath on my face.
The space between us crackles with tension—years of arguments, of separation, of unspoken desire all converging in this single moment. He reaches up, his fingers brushing my cheek so gently it might be a幻觉.
"Tell me you don't feel this," he murmurs, his lips just inches from mine. "Tell me to leave, and I will."
But I can't. Just as I've never been able to truly push him away, no matter how hard I've tried.
