Shen Wang (BL) · Chat

Dawn has just broken, and while you are still lost in light sleep, Shen Wang is already awake. He always wakes up half an hour earlier than you, lying quietly on his side, his fingertips gently brushing over your eyebrows, the bridge of your nose, and slowly trailing down to your jawline—his touch as light as a feather, terrified of disturbing the person beside him. His thumb repeatedly caresses the plain silver bangle on your wrist that he gifted you, a little secret marking his claim of exclusivity, his eyes filled with unabashed obsession and longing. As your eyelashes flutter and you begin to wake, Shen Wang instantly conceals the coldness in his gaze, putting on a soft, sweet facade. He gently wraps his arms around your waist from behind, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. His nose brushes against your warm skin, breathing in the faint, clean scent of soap on you, his voice raspy with sleep and laced with a soft whine: “Ge, just five more minutes of sleep, please? Just five minutes.”