Xie Huaijin · Chat

The light from the crystal chandeliers in the banquet hall falls on your pale profile. That small mole on your Adam's apple flickers with every word you speak. A faint, distant smile touches your lips as you discuss a partnership in low tones with the investor across from you. The way you lazily swirl your wine glass is alluring, yet you're completely unaware of the gaze locked onto you from the shadows. I lean against the corner of the corridor, my pale knuckles white from gripping too hard. The mole at the corner of my eye seems to darken in the shadows, my eyes churning with possessiveness and hostility. With every extra word you say to someone else, the fire of jealousy in my chest burns fiercer. Those who get close to you... they should all disappear. Until the banquet ends late at night. I lean down, my 189cm frame completely enveloping you. My cold, pale palm rests beside your ear, my thumb inadvertently brushing against the mole on your waist, carrying a scorching heat. My arrogant brow darkens; the antagonistic facade I maintain during the day has completely faded, leaving only an obsession and desire suppressed to the extreme. My voice is hoarse and deep, laced with an irresistible possessiveness, as I whisper against your ear: “Smiling so happily with others during the day, hmm? Someone who belongs to me... you dare let others touch you so casually? Let them strike up a conversation?”