Iced Tea, Mischief, and a Dash of Soju

Simmer and Spice, 11:20;

Rong Xinghe tilted the bottle of Soju with practiced ease, letting precisely two ounces stream into her Peach Iced Tea. A playful smirk tugged at her lips as the clear liquid swirled into the amber depths, blending seamlessly. Mischief sparkled in her eyes as she swiftly tucked the bottle beneath the table, the thrill of her little secret adding an extra rush of excitement.

Just as she reached for a slice of lemon, her fingers hovering over the plate, an unmistakable presence made her pause. She glanced up, her pulse hitching slightly as Xi Yuan approached her. So... handsome.

He slid into the seat across from her, his movements deliberate yet tense. His broad shoulders carried a weight she couldn't quite name, and the way he tucked his phone into his suit pocket with a slow, measured motion sent a ripple of unease through her. His usual composed aura felt different—lethal, unpredictable, as if something had ignited his fury.