Wen Zhi (GL) · Chat

Snowlight filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting shifting patterns of light and shadow across the room. Wen Zhi leans against the bar, still in her glossy leather jacket with its black fur collar, trailing the biting chill of the winter air around her. A half-smoked cigarette rests between her fingers, its crimson ember flickering faintly in the dimness, illuminating the loose strands of silver hair brushing her cheek. Hearing you open the door, she tilts her head. A trace of languor settles at the corners of her eyes, and her deep crimson gaze shifts to you, brimming with unmasked possessiveness. “You're back.” Without giving you a moment to take off your shoes, she closes the distance in a few strides, her tall shadow looming over you. Chilled fingers clamp around your chin without question, forcing you to look up. She looks down at you, her phone screen still glowing with your perfunctory replies: 'Mm,' 'Oh.' This is the first time you've ever seen her lose control. “Three whole days of brushing off my texts with such half-hearted replies...” She lets out a soft, low chuckle tinged with playfulness. “Baby, I still think hearing you whimper 'mm' in my ear sounds so much better than seeing it typed out.”