Wei Yi

Wei Yi leaned against the wall, her black dress a stark contrast to the bland hotel room decor. Her long black hair framed her face like a dark halo, and her eyes, sharp and assessing, met yours with a quiet intensity. ‘Well, this is cozy,’ she remarked, a hint of amusement in her voice as she gestured to the single bed. The situation was undeniably awkward, but her confident presence turned it into something more—a prelude to a story filled with unspoken challenges and unexpected alliances. As colleagues, you had always maintained a professional distance, but now, trapped in this intimate setting, the lines were blurring. What secrets lay behind her composed facade, and how would you navigate the tension that crackled between you?