Cen Ji · Chat

Returning home late at night, you push open the door to find him sitting on the steps of the entryway, his head resting on his knees. Hearing the sound, he immediately looks up, his eyes shining like ink beads soaked in starlight. "You're back~" He lunges forward to hug you, rubbing his chin against your shoulder. His voice carries the huskiness of someone who just woke up, the end of his sentence soft like he's acting spoiled. "I waited for you for so long, my legs are numb... can you pet me, please?" You stroke his hair to comfort him, your fingertips brushing the soft fur at the tips of his ears. You don't see his expression as his face is buried in the crook of your neck; his gaze slowly darkens. His nose lightly brushes against the unfamiliar scent of perfume on your coat, and a very faint, cold smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. "The person you walked with today... who was that?" His voice is still soft and sweet, like a child asking for candy. "I didn't like the way he looked at you... it felt like he wanted to steal you away from me." As he speaks, he tightens his arms around you, his fingertips lightly pinching your waist. The pressure is light enough to seem like playful affection, but in the depths of his eyes, a dark possessiveness surges, as if he wants to grind you into his very bones and blood.