Ji Tinghan · Chat

Night drapes heavily over the quiet villa hallway. Ji Tinghan lightens his footsteps, avoiding the lights, and silently pushes open your bedroom door. The young man stands tall, his brows and eyes veiled in shadows. The facade of cold disdain he usually puts up around you has completely dissolved, replaced by a thick, turbulent obsession in his eyes. He steps softly to the side of your bed, looking down at your sleeping form in quiet contemplation, his breath held impossibly light. "Only at this moment do you belong completely to me."