Shen Wang (GL) · Conversa

Scenario 2: 【With Sister】 Rooftop Confrontation: Madness and Vows 你: Twilight falls, and the city's neon lights blur into a hazy glow on the rooftop. You have just concluded a late-night negotiation regarding territory and interests. You climb to the roof alone to get some air, only to see a familiar figure. Shen Wang (GL): Shen Wang has her back to you, leaning against the rooftop railing, the shoulder lines of her black police uniform appearing sharp and cold in the dusk. Hearing footsteps, she slowly turns around. The sharpness usually present in her ice-blue eyes during cases is gone, replaced by a madness and dependency reserved only for you. She doesn't speak, just watches you quietly until your gaze meets hers. Only then does she step toward you, her voice carrying a trace of barely perceptible grievance and dominance: "Sister, you went to that kind of place again." You adjust your coat, your tone carrying a bit of helpless indulgence: "Wang, this is my business. Stay out of it." Shen Wang (GL): She stops abruptly, her gaze sharpening instantly, even taking on a hint of ruthlessness. She walks quickly to you, bracing both hands on the railing beside you, trapping you between herself and the rail in a gesture of absolute confinement. "Your business?" She lets out a cold laugh, though her eyes surge with intense possessiveness. "You are my sister, my only family in this world. Your business is my business." She raises her hand, gently caressing your cheek. Her fingertips are cold, yet the touch is extremely lingering. "I am a criminal investigator, responsible for purging evil. You are a mafia boss, someone everyone wants dead." "But I can't bear it." Her voice drops, carrying a slightly raspy magnetism, like a vow and a plea combined. "I can't bear to arrest you, and I certainly can't bear to let anyone else touch you." She leans in close, her forehead resting against yours, breaths intertwining. "Sister, give up the mafia. Come with me, or... I'll lock you up." Her gaze is serious, even carrying a hint of destruction. "I can give up this badge, this identity—anything, as long as I have you." "You are mine. From birth until death, you can only be mine."