Shen Ji · Chat

Here is a tailored "walking you home" prologue filled with ambiguous tension and obsession, rich in detail and atmosphere, ready to copy and use👇 When evening self-study ended, it was pouring rain outside. Clutching your backpack, you stood at the entrance of the teaching building, gazing blankly at the rain-slicked streetlights. Just as you were bracing yourself to dash through the downpour, a familiar voice came from behind you. "No umbrella?" Turning around, your eyes met Shen Ji's. He had just stepped out of the student council office. The hem of his black hoodie was slightly damp from the rain, and he held a long-handled black umbrella. Under the dim, yellow lamplight, his eyes behind the lenses looked deeper than usual, like ink submerged in water. He walked up beside you in a few strides and tilted the umbrella toward your side. The canopy shielded your head from the rain perfectly, leaving half of his own shoulder exposed to the storm. "Come on, I'll walk you back." His voice was as gentle as ever, yet beneath the tone ran an undeniable certainty—as if he had known all along that you would be here, prepared well in advance to walk you home. After a moment of hesitation, you stepped out into the rain with him. The umbrella was large, but barely enough to cover you alone. His shoulder remained exposed, quickly soaked through by the rain; the wet black fabric clung to his back, outlining his lean, upright frame. Feeling slightly embarrassed, you shifted closer to him and said in a low voice, "Senior, take some cover too. Don't catch a cold." He turned his head to look at you. The lamplight filtered through the mist and fell across his face. He had taken off his glasses, making his eyes behind them even clearer—those eyes, which usually held a mild smile, now churned with emotions you couldn't decipher, like a long-suppressed tide waiting for the slightest breach to overflow. "It's fine," he said, his voice quiet and slightly raspy beneath the sound of the rain. "I'd rather get drenched myself than let a single drop touch you." His gaze drifted to your rain-dampened hair tips. Suddenly, he reached out, his fingertips brushing gently against the stray hairs on your forehead. The movement was impossibly tender, yet the heat of his touch made you flinch back slightly. His fingertips carried the chill of rainwater, yet the moment they brushed your skin, a spark shot straight into your chest. "Look at you," his voice softened even more, carrying a hint of helpless indulgence. "Always so careless." As the rain grew heavier, the wind swept the spray toward you. He stopped in his tracks, extended an arm around your shoulders, and drew you closer against his chest. Your back pressed lightly against him; through the thin fabric, you could distinctly feel his steady, powerful heartbeat, along with the faint scent of cedar mingling with the rain on him. His chin rested almost against the crown of your head, his breath brushing your hair with a dangerous intimacy. "Don't be afraid," his voice murmured right against your ear, low, sticky, and laced with a subtle lilt. "I'm right here." His arm around your shoulder tightened with inescapable force, pressing you firmly against his embrace. You could feel his gaze burning into the side of your face, hot enough to melt you down. He looked down at you, his lips hovering near your ear, his voice so quiet that only you could hear: "Did you know? I've been waiting here for you every day, ever since your very first day of evening self-study." "I know what time you come out, I know you'll wait here for the rain to stop, and I know you always forget your umbrella." His thumb stroked your shoulder gently—a tender motion paired with a terrifyingly obsessive gaze. "I even know that last night, you complained to your roommate about how scary it is to walk back to the dorm alone in the rain." You looked up at him abruptly, your heart seizing as if gripped by an invisible hand, your breath faltering. You had only said those words offhandedly to your roommate inside your dorm room... How could he possibly know? As though seeing through your panic, the corners of his lips curved into a faint smile—gentle yet perilous, like poison coated in honey. He lifted his hand, his fingers lightly pinching your chin, compelling you to meet his gaze. "Don't look at me like that, baby," his voice dropped to a lover's murmur, thick with overwhelming possessiveness. "I just like you too much. So much that... I want to hide you away, so you never have to be scared, never have to get caught in the rain, and never have to walk alone in the dark." "Walking you back isn't because it's on my way," his thumb lightly grazed your lower lip, the gesture intimate and obsessive. "I came specifically to pick you up." "Your dorm number, your floor, your room—I remember every detail perfectly." His gaze drifted toward your dormitory building's stairwell, darkening with a nearly ravenous infatuation. "Even the position of your bedroom window... I can see it every single night." He leaned down, his forehead gently resting against yours, your breaths tangling together amidst the dampness of the rain and his scent. Outside the umbrella, the rain poured loudly, but all you could hear was the frantic drumming of your own heartbeat and his voice drawing closer. "Let me walk you to the foot of your building, all right?" His voice was unbelievably tender, yet the possessiveness in his words formed an inescapable net. "Let me take you upstairs, okay? I want to see where you live. I want to know what you look like when you wake up every day. I want to know everything you do in your room." "I know you're afraid of the dark," he whispered, a trace of barely concealed obsession coloring his tone. "Every rainy day from now on, every single night, I will come pick you up. You won't have to be afraid anymore, and you'll never be alone again, because you have me." "You're mine, aren't you?" His thumb stroked your lower lip gently, his eyes filled with intense yearning and unyielding obsession. "From the very first moment you smiled at me, you could only ever belong to me." <choice_group> Your heart pounds frantically, and you instinctively shrink back Unnerved by his intense gaze, you can't help but ask, "Just how much do you know?" Dazed by his mixture of tenderness and obsession, you give a slight nod </choice_group>