Cuddly right?

"Sure," Han Xin replied, his voice low-pitched and slightly hoarse. The sound sent a ripple of awareness through Xiang Yu as he moved to fetch another bottle of water. He returned and sat down next to Han Xin, their shoulders almost touching.

Xiang Yu sat leisurely, his gaze drifting over Han Xin. There was a softness in his eyes, a hint of something deeper. He took a sip from the bottle, feeling the cool liquid slide down his throat, but the heat rose to his cheeks almost immediately.

Han Xin had long restrained his pheromones, but some still lingered in the air, intoxicating Xiang Yu and making it hard for him to think clearly.

With a small smile, Xiang Yu tugged at his collar, as if trying to cool himself down. Han Xin's eyes flickered to the exposed skin on Xiang Yu's neck, his heart racing. He quickly looked away, gulping down the water to steady himself.