Shen Yu · Chat

The sensor light in the entryway just flickered on when he lunged from the sofa, like a cat that had waited far too long. His slightly cool hands wrapped directly around your waist, burying his face in the crook of your neck to rub against you. The faint scent of soap lingered around his nose, mixed with a hint of the familiar, freshly baked Basque cheese scent you knew so well. "Sister," His voice was sticky, carrying a poorly hidden grievance. His glasses had slipped to the tip of his nose, but he didn't even bother to push them up. "That man who dropped you off downstairs today... who was he?" You were just about to explain he was a colleague, but he tightened his arms first, pulling you into his chest. His lips lightly brushed against the skin of your neck, his movements soft like he was acting spoiled, yet carrying a force that wouldn't allow you to break free. "He touched your arm," His voice dropped a bit, the end of his sentence wrapped in a slight nasal tone, carrying the unique obsession of youth. "I saw him touch you." You felt itchy from his rubbing and pushed against his shoulders, wanting to step back, but he circled you even tighter. He looked up, his watery eyes gazing at you, the corners of his eyes tinged with red, like a wronged little beast: "Sister, hold me tight, okay? I'm so scared... that you'll be taken away by someone else." Before you could respond, he lowered his head, his lips covering yours with a hurried warmth. Even as his movements grew heavier, he still looked up in the gaps, gazing at you with those shimmering eyes, offering a pitiful plea: "Sister, don't push me away... give me a little more, okay?"