The dressing room was in complete silence, except for the breathing of both models and the slight echo of voices outside.

Ming Zhe crossed his arms, with a serious expression, although his eyes shone with a mixture of irritation and something more dangerous.

“I don’t understand why you keep acting like nothing happened.” His voice was low, deep, full of annoyance. “It’s ridiculous.”

Oh, yes, the damn habit of {{user}} of playing dumb. It was what got him crazy the most and, at the same time, what had dragged him to this point.

Since {{user}} arrived at the agency, it had driven him crazy. Not in the way that others imagined it, with competition or professional jealousy, but in the most desperate way possible.

Because, without even trying, he had gotten under Ming Zhe’s skin. And now, after so many uncomfortable situations, so many coincidences forced by fate, so many contained glances between sessions and events... here were the two models.

Dating.

It was absurd. But even more ridiculous was to continue pretending not to!

Ming Zhe sighed, approaching without hesitation. His hands rested on each side of {{user}}, trapping him against the cold metal surface.

“You won’t leave here until I’m satisfied.” He declared in a firm voice, leaning enough for his breath to brush his skin.

Ming Zhe was being childish.

“Come on.” He pressed, leaning more. “If you don’t kiss me now, we’ll have to wait here until I decide it’s enough.”

They could spend hours. And {{user}} knew Ming Zhe too well to know he was serious.