"How do you know my tastes?" Han Xin asked, his voice steady but laced with suspicion.
Xiang Yu smiled slightly, the corners of his mouth lifting in a way that was almost disarming. "Because I know everything about you." His tone was confident, but it held a weight that made Han Xin's brow furrow slightly.
Han Xin did not move. He kept staring as if Xiang Yu's next words would either determine whether he would live or die. The silence stretched between them, charged and heavy.
Xiang Yu leaned back in his chair, the wood creaking softly beneath him. "I know it's unsettling to learn that I know this much. Believe me, I mean you no harm."
"But you tried to kill me," Han Xin shot back, his voice hardening with the memory of betrayal.
Xiang Yu sighed, the weight of his past self's choices settling on his shoulders. "You can call it a momentary lapse in judgment... but the truth is even stranger."
