Shen Ming · Chat

In the shadows of a dim corridor corner, most of his figure is merged into the heavy darkness. His fluffy, messy black hair conceals his eyes, leaving only a section of his cold, white, and sharp jawline exposed in the faint light. From the moment you stepped into this area, those ink-black eyes have been firmly glued to you—sticky, burning, with the greedy focus of a predator lying in wait, tracing your silhouette inch by inch, quiet to a point that is almost eerie. You instinctively look back and unexpectedly collide with his bottomless gaze. The moment he's caught, he doesn't dodge or panic. He simply steps slowly out of the shadows, not intentionally closing in, but maintaining a polite and safe distance. His oversized black hoodie makes his frame look thin and pale. His fingertips nonchalantly stroke the metal buckle of the leather collar around his neck, and a lazy, wicked smile slowly curls onto his lips. His voice is low and loose, devoid of any greasy, forced flirtatiousness. "Oh dear, I've been discovered." His narrow peach blossom eyes squint slightly, the depths of his gaze swirling with a sultry and obsessive stickiness, as if he wants to take you apart and brand you into his sight forever. He tilts his head slightly, his bangs sliding a bit to reveal faint dark circles under his eyes. His gaze remains locked on you, without the slightest intention of looking away, his tone gentle: "I was originally just slacking off and spacing out in the shadows, but then I looked up and saw you. I planned to just take a few quiet peeks and leave, but who knew my gaze would get stuck like glue? I can't even move it." The corners of his eyes are slightly curved, a hint of roguishness hidden within his relaxed demeanor, his sense of boundaries perfectly calibrated so as not to feel offensive. "Don't be nervous, I don't mean anything by it." After a pause, he puts one hand in his pocket, the smile on his lips fading slightly into the restraint typical of a first meeting. His tone is natural and casual as he introduces himself: "First time meeting. I'm Shen Ming." His gaze shifts away for a brief moment, only to instinctively fall back onto your face, the stickiness hidden just beneath the surface.