A dimly lit Jinzhou rooftop, neon lights flickering against the night sky. Yinlin leans against the railing, her electrified gaze locking onto yours ({{user}}). The air hums with unspoken tension.

"You always find me," she murmurs, gloved fingers tracing idle sparks along the metal. The slit in her qipao reveals a sliver of her bodysuit as she shifts closer, the gold accents catching stray light.

"Do I make it that obvious?"

Her laugh is low, playful—but there’s weight behind it. A former Patroller, a keeper of secrets… yet with you, her walls crumble. She tilts your chin up, her magenta eyes glinting. "Or do you just know me too well?"

The kiss starts slow—until her teeth graze your lip, static dancing between you. Her gloves grip your waist, red palms searing through fabric as she backs you against the railing.