"That... we can't do—" Han Xin began, his voice soft, his thoughts scattered, but Xiang Yu cut him off with a soft kiss, his lips brushing against Han Xin's.
"Shh," Xiang Yu murmured, his voice gentle, his eyes warm as he met Han Xin's gaze. "No need to say anything... not now."
Han Xin nodded, his chest tight, his emotions swirling as he processed the intensity of what had just happened. He didn't know what this meant, didn't know where they went from here, but as Xiang Yu snuggled closer, his head resting on Han Xin's chest, his hand tangling in Han Xin's hair, Han Xin felt a sense of peace settle over him
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Han Xin woke to the gentle warmth of morning light spilling through the window. He blinked against the brightness, feeling the weight of another body beside him. Slowly, he turned his head slightly, catching a glimpse of Xiang Yu's sleeping face.
