Xiang Yu entered his bed chambers, the soft glow of the dim wall lights casting flickering shadows on the walls. As he unbuttoned the third button of his shirt, he felt the familiar weight of the day slip from his shoulders. But the moment he stepped further into the room, he froze.
In the dim light, a figure sat in the chair staring at him like a predator lurking in the dark. A rat trap was stuck to Han Xin's leg, its cruel jaws pinching the fabric of his trousers.
Xiang Yu's heart raced, not just from surprise but from the intoxicating scent that filled the air. It enveloped him like a warm blanket, stirring something deep within. Suddenly, he felt hot and uncomfortable, his mind racing with confusion.
Hex exclaimed, his voice a mix of excitement and relief. "Yu Yu, we caught the rat!"