Dual Identity: Love is Temptation and Restraint

The room was dimly lit, and I could only make out a shadowy figure standing by the window.

The air was thick with the mingling scents of perfume and musk, the very fragrance I had once told him was my favorite.

"Hmm."

The man's voice was low and indifferent.

After livestreaming for so long, this was my first offline meeting, and my palms were already slick with sweat.

"Mr. Brown, what are we going to do today?" I asked.