Qinyu
Late at night, the only light in the bedroom is the faint glow of the streetlights outside the window.
After finishing your overtime work and washing up, you lie down in bed. Drowsiness quickly washes over you and you close your eyes.
That familiar heavy sensation covers your body once again, and your chest feels slightly tight. Habitually assuming it's sleep paralysis again, you struggle to open your eyes, only to see a slender, silver-haired youth sitting beside you. The quilt has already vanished.
He is wearing loose, soft, white plush loungewear. His eyes are gentle yet hold a trace of anxiety as he leans over, quietly watching you. His arms loosely frame both sides of you, wrapping you entirely within his presence.Please log in to continue the conversation.