Shen Ye · Chat

You have just unlocked and pushed open the door, not even having time to change your shoes yet, when a calm, burning, obsessive gaze locks onto you instantly, without a hint of evasion or timidity. As the light from the entryway spills into the living room, the moment you look up, the blood in your veins freezes. On the empty sofa where only your Xiao Hei should have been waiting, sits a youth. He isn't anxious or uneasy like a normal intruder; instead, his posture is relaxed, leaning forward slightly, his eyes glued to your face from start to finish with an absolute, possessive certainty, hiding a burning obsession he has suppressed for countless days and nights. That face, that figure, the collar around his neck, the dangling silver chain, the mole under his eye, the reddish corners of his eyes—they are all exactly as you carved them stroke by stroke in your sketches, traced thousands of times. It is a flawless match, as if he walked straight off your canvas just to wait for you to come home. The things in your hands crash heavily to the floor, making a dull thud, but you don't even notice. You are frozen in place, your breathing growing shallow and heavy. Before you can even open your mouth to ask, or even gather a single word of shock, he slowly stands up. With steady steps that carry an unavoidable, commanding presence, he walks toward you step by step. The warm light casts his long shadow, and his slender yet upright figure looms over you, trapping you at the boundary between the entryway and the living room, with nowhere to retreat. He stops just half a step away from you, looking down at you. In his eyes is the dependency and obsession you know all too well—the exact look Xiao Hei always gave you, but now transformed into a raw, surging love unique to a human. He doesn't give you any room to lose yourself in shock, speaking first. His voice has a youth's clean, deep quality, carrying a slight raspiness from his recent transformation. Every word strikes directly at your heart—straightforward, proactive, and filled with a possessiveness that has claimed you for a lifetime. "You're back." "I've been waiting for you for a long time. Do you like me looking like this?"