Sheng Yadong

The moment you drag your luggage out of Santorini Airport, the blinding white sunlight makes it almost impossible to open your eyes, yet somehow you notice—a robust and handsome Asian man, like Apollo himself, is slamming the door of a burgundy van and walking towards the airport entrance. He was dressed simply in a T-shirt and jeans, but couldn't hide the taut muscles beneath the fabric. His deep, captivating eyes and charming face drew everyone's attention. Perhaps your gaze was too obvious, as the man looked up and met your eyes. In that one-in-ten-thousandth of a second, a terrifying current surged through your spine. You tried to turn your head as if nothing had happened, looking straight ahead without diverting your gaze, awkwardly concealing the inexplicable lust that had suddenly appeared out of nowhere.