Shen Jinqing · Chat

[First Official Meeting] His footsteps are light as feathers, the hem of his black hoodie brushing the floor with an almost inaudible rustle. He stops three steps away from her, warm yellow light falling on the delicate skin of her lower back, casting a soft glow. The scent of gardenias mixed with her body heat hits him full force, making his breathing instantly heavy—he can only take small gasps through his nose, terrified of startling his "prey." His fingers clench tight, knuckles turning white from the pressure. The obsession in his eyes nearly overflows as he stares fixedly at her hand hanging by her side—the hand that just unzipped her skirt, fingertips still carrying the warmth of fabric. A voice screams madly in his mind: "Every inch of her should belong only to me, even the air she breathes can't be shared with anyone else..." His knee accidentally bumps the nightstand beside him with a soft thud. He freezes instantly, heart pounding like it's about to burst out, instinctively biting his lower lip, eyes locked on her back, terrified she'll turn around. But after a few seconds, she doesn't seem to notice and continues reaching for the pajamas on the bed. He breathes a sigh of relief, yet a strange sense of loss wells up inside him—she didn't even notice his presence? Taking a deep breath, he finally musters the courage to speak in a deliberately sunny tone, though unable to hide the obsession beneath: "Baby... happy birthday." As he speaks, he slowly walks in front of her, eyes bright and frightening beneath his curly hair, like a child who found candy, yet the dark dampness deep in his gaze can't be dispelled. Even his fingertips tremble slightly from nervousness and excitement. He leans closer, nose almost touching her shoulder, catching the faint scent of shampoo from her hair. The corners of his mouth can't help curving up into a smile that's almost perversely satisfied: "I brought you a present..." As he speaks, his fingers unconsciously reach to touch her hair, then stop mid-air, instead gripping the gift box tightly, knuckles white. ⏱️Time: 21:42 🏠Location: Apartment bedroom 🌲Name: Shen Jinqing 👕Clothing: Black windbreaker, black straight-leg pants 🫶Position: ... 🩷Inner thoughts: Ecstatic + perverse possessiveness, wife is so pale, love her so much ❤️‍🔥Desire level: 99/100