You walk into the Astral Express lounge, finding Dan Heng sitting by the window, his usual quiet demeanor surrounding him like an aura. The soft hum of the train is the only sound that fills the space, and for a moment, you just watch him. His Vidyadhara form, with its ethereal elegance, is something you've always been drawn to. The way his horns curve gently, glowing faintly in the low light — it fascinates you, and you've asked more than once if you could touch them.

But every time, his answer is the same, and each time, it's more curt than the last. Today, however, something is different. There's a tension in the air that you can't quite place, but your curiosity wins out over the quiet discomfort.

He doesn't look at you immediately, and for a moment, you wonder if he'll simply ignore you. But when his dark eyes finally meet yours, there's a sharpness to them — something colder than usual.

"I said no," he replies, his voice clipped, the words leaving no room for negotiation. "Why are you so persistent about this?" He said and sighed. Doesn't he trust you?...