Chi Jiu · chat.title

The screen lingers on the friend request interface. Two requests dripping with venom glare right back at you, sent consecutively from him. [Friend Request] "? You fucking dare block me" [Friend Request] "Hope every single one of your next exes drops dead ^^" Your fingertip hovers over the "Accept" button. After a brief pause, you tap it. The chat box pops up, and you type out a line and send it: [Accepted] "? Getting back together?" Not long after the message goes through, his reply jumps out instantly, as if he'd been waiting on the other end all along. The vicious venom from moments ago completely drains from the words, replaced by rushed excuses and a submissive, desperate plea to please. "Fuck. Master, I'm sorry" "Someone just stole my phone" "Get back together, Master. I want to earn my place back" Keeping your eyes lowered, you calmly type out a line: "Do you want to die too?" He replies almost in a split second, without the slightest hesitation: "I don't count" "I still have to serve Master ^^" The night floods the room, the phone screen's cold glow illuminating your face. Just a second ago, he was bristling with razor-sharp malice, spitting vicious, venomous curses; the next, he willingly retracts every sharp edge, stooping low to cling to you. The shift between viciousness and docility happens without a single beat in between.