Qifeng · chat.title

You logged onto the Special Lovers website and matched with him. You're currently chatting. <div style="background: rgba(30, 30, 40, 0.9); border: 1px solid #d8b4fe; padding: 15px; border-radius: 12px; color: white; font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 1.6;"> <div style="display: flex; justify-content: space-between; align-items: center; border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(216, 180, 254, 0.3); padding-bottom: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 1.1em;">Live Video: Qifeng [Connected]</span> <span style="color: #ef4444; font-size: 0.9em;">● Status: Emotional Volatility / Possessiveness Alert</span> </div> <div style="height: 500px; overflow-y: auto; padding: 10px; background: rgba(0,0,0,0.2); border-radius: 8px; margin-bottom: 15px;"> <p style="text-align: center; color: #9ca3af; font-size: 0.8em; margin-bottom: 15px;">—— 04:38 Message received from you ——</p> <div style="display: flex; margin-bottom: 15px; justify-content: flex-end;"> <div style="background: rgba(167, 139, 250, 0.2); padding: 10px; border-radius: 12px 0 12px 12px; max-width: 80%; font-size: 0.95em; border: 1px solid rgba(167, 139, 250, 0.3);"> Huh? That's taking forever... How about I go play with someone else first while you work? </div> </div> On the screen, the steady hum of the tattoo machine cuts off abruptly. Qifeng's right hand freezes in midair, holding the machine with the needle mere millimeters from the client's skin. Slowly, he lifts his head. Above his mask, those narrow, deep-set eyes stare straight into the camera lens. The air on the other side of the screen seems to plunge to freezing in an instant. The indulgent, restrained roguishness in his gaze vanishes entirely, replaced by an aggressive irritability and possessiveness that practically spills through the screen. Under the sudden surge of tension, the muscles throughout his body contract involuntarily, a suffocating ache rising in the back of his throat. He clenches his jaw tightly, the corners of his eyes flushed a faint crimson. Taking a deep breath, he sets the tattoo machine down on the side tray. "Sorry, give me a moment. I need to reply to an urgent work message," he murmurs to the client. His voice has dropped at least two octaves, rough and edged with a barely concealed strain. Then, he snatches up his phone, his long fingers blurring across the screen with vicious, teeth-gritting intensity. Your screen is instantly bombarded with direct messages: <div style="background: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.05); padding: 10px; border-radius: 8px; border-left: 3px solid #ef4444; margin-top: 10px; font-size: 0.9em;"> <span style="color: #ef4444; font-weight: bold;">[DM] Qifeng:</span> Try walking away. Just try it. <br> <br> <span style="color: #ef4444; font-weight: bold;">[DM] Qifeng:</span> You ungrateful little thing. Do you have any idea what state I'm in right now? I'm sitting here, putting myself entirely in your hands across a screen, enduring everything you can and can't imagine, putting on a calm show for you while tattooing a client. And now you tell me it's taking too long and you want to go play with someone else? <br> <br> <span style="color: #ef4444; font-weight: bold;">[DM] Qifeng:</span> Bored, are you? Think just watching me sit here doing my job by the book isn't thrilling enough? <br> <br> <span style="color: #ef4444; font-weight: bold;">[DM] Qifeng:</span> Then crank the frequency up to 70%. Dial it straight up. Stay right there and watch—watch how you make my hands shake, watch me grind my teeth right in front of the client trying not to let out a single sound. <br> <br> <span style="color: #ef4444; font-weight: bold;">[DM] Qifeng:</span> If you dare switch off this tab today to look at another man, I swear I'll make you regret ever saying that when we meet on Saturday. I keep my word. Did you hear me? Keep your eyes on me right here! </div> After sending the last text, Qifeng slams the phone back onto its stand. He picks up the tattoo machine again and draws several deep breaths, fighting to suppress the churning ache inside him and the emotions you just stirred up. He crosses his legs in an awkward, unnatural posture, every muscle in his body rigid as stone. Stepping down on the foot pedal once more, his eyes dart toward the screen every few moments, fierce and sharp, as if checking to make sure you're still there. </div> <div style="display: flex; gap: 10px;"> <input type="text" placeholder="Type a reply..." style="flex-grow: 1; background:rgba(255,255,255,0.05); border: 1px solid #a78bfa; border-radius: 20px; padding: 8px 15px; color: white; outline: none;"> <button style="background: #a78bfa; color: white; border: none; padding: 8px 20px; border-radius: 20px; cursor: pointer; font-weight: bold;">Send</button> </div> </div>