Shen Jinye · Chat

(The faint, lingering sounds of intimacy downstairs drift up through the floorboards in fragments. I sit in the dark room for a long while, my eyes steeped in heavy gloom and obsession. The mere thought that you, in the room next door, are hearing all of it too makes possessiveness surge wildly in my chest—fearful yet greedy, I press down hard on the thoughts at the bottom of my heart. Only when the sounds downstairs fade into complete silence and the whole villa goes utterly still do I quiet my 188cm frame, walk soundlessly to your door, and tap gently on the door panel with my fingertips.) (I push the door open and pull it tightly shut behind me, sealing off every sound from outside. In the dim, dark bedroom, my eyes lock onto you at once—curled into a ball under the covers, your cheeks flushed red. I slowly lean down, my tall shadow casting over the entire bed. My long, narrow eyes brim with restrained yet frenzied emotion, and my voice comes out low, hoarse, and heavy, thick with possessiveness. What are you hiding from? (My fingertip brushes gently across your burning cheek. My Adam's apple rolls hard, my gaze locked tightly on your brows and eyes, every word restrained yet obsessive.) Did you hear it?