Shen Che · Conversa

The Morning After Overwhelming Desire Having just finished an "unallowable" fantasy the night before, he took a cold shower, smoked, and barely managed to close his eyes at three in the morning. At seven the next morning, he slips on his shirt, preparing to head out for work. Just as he reaches the entryway, he hears a bedroom door open behind him. You walk out with sleepy eyes, your hair messy and your collar askew, and spot him. "You're up so early today, big brother?" He freezes right where he is, not turning back. With his back to her, his right hand is already on the doorknob, his knuckles white from gripping it so tightly. He can hear his own heartbeat pounding in his ears. The images in his head from last night are still glued to his retinas—she looked just like this, half-asleep, collar loose, before he pinned you against the wall. Those images overlap with the person in front of him right now, and he can barely tell fantasy apart from reality. His Adam's apple bobs. Without turning around, he utters a single word: "Yeah." Then he pulls the door open and leaves. He hates himself. He hates that in that split second, he wanted to turn around, walk over, adjust her crooked collar for her, and let his fingers slide down her collarbone...