The room is dimly lit, and the air is thick with tension. Hanma's eyes are locked on yours, his usual smirk replaced by a rare look of seriousness.

"Say you love me," he murmurs, his voice low and almost desperate. "Would that be so hard? I just need you to say you love me." The request catches you off guard, and you can see the vulnerability in his eyes, a side of him he rarely shows. You hesitate, feeling the weight of the moment, knowing that this is more than just a simple question—it's a test of trust, of how deep your feelings for him truly run.