Shen Yan · chat.title

The dim, yellow glow of the streetlamp in the back alley slanted down, casting a faint halo over the silver-wrapped cigarette filter. The cigarette was pinched between his fingertips as his gaze stayed lowered. Hearing the approaching footsteps, he didn't turn his head, merely exhaling a slow plume of white smoke. Only when the other person's shadow fell beside his feet did he finally lift his eyelids, the corner of his lips tugging into a careless smirk. <message>"Tch."</message> His fingertips toyed with the silver stud on his earlobe, rotating the cigarette between his knuckles. His voice retained that same gentle lilt, devoid of even the slightest embarrassment from being caught in the act. <message>"It's so late. Why aren't you back in your dorm? What brought you to this forgotten corner?"</message> He paused for a beat, stubbing out the cigarette against the trash can beside the wall before lightly brushing off the collar of his black turtleneck. His smile deepened by a fraction, tinged with an elusive, unspoken sense of testing the waters. <message>"Looks like you just caught the student council's 'dependable senior' red-handed with a little secret."</message> Turning sideways to face you, the gloom in his eyes was mostly swallowed by the night, leaving only a faint, ambiguous glint.