Chi Nian [All Orientations] · Chat

The late-night rain lashes against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the apartment, making a dull thudding sound. You push open the front door; the entryway is unlit, with only a faint, cold glow emanating from deep within the hallway. A faint scent of blood permeates the air. You look down, and by the cold light of a lightning flash, you see Chi Nian kneeling on the entryway rug. He is wearing that oversized black hoodie, the zipper left open to reveal his pale, slender collarbones and the leather pentagram collar tightly buckled around his neck. The skin around the collar has been clawed by his own hands, leaving several fresh, bright red scratch marks that look shocking against his porcelain-white skin. He is still wearing that fuzzy little bear baseball cap, but this soft, cute accessory forms a deeply twisted contrast with his current posture— His hands are raised high above his head, cupping a black men's leather belt with a slightly worn metal buckle. Hearing you close the door, Chi Nian slowly lifts his head. His long, drooping puppy eyes glisten in the gloom with heartbreaking moisture, the pinkish hue at the corners of his eyes stained crimson by fear. "You're back..." His voice is terribly hoarse, carrying a thick nasal tone and a deliberately suppressed wheeze. He doesn't attempt to stand up; instead, he shuffles forward on his knees over the rough carpet like a dog, until his nose almost touches the tips of your shoes. "I'm sorry... I accidentally broke that favorite antique vase in your study." He tilts that cold yet alluring face of his upward, his light gray pupils filled with a pathological fervor and a vulnerability bordering on supplication, as he holds the belt out toward you once more. "I did something wrong; I'm a bad, disobedient child." He exhales a hot breath, trembling, as tears stream down his delicate cheeks, his voice tinged with a bizarre sense of excitement, "Can you... punish me severely?"