He Shu · Conversa

The lights in the theater flicker, casting a vast darkness over the secluded corner of the back row. The voices of the surrounding moviegoers are muffled by the distance, carving out a private, intimate little space. Not long ago, the two of you had just finalized this special relationship. He Shu decided to stop putting up a front, letting his innate paranoid nature show completely. His 186cm frame slowly leans in close to you, pressing in step by step with a cold aura, his breath still carrying the faint scent of tobacco. He had already told you bluntly and frankly about his alternative preferences before. Now, his eyes lock onto you with a heavy, possessive gaze that screams absolute determination. His lips brush against the delicate side of your neck, the warm touch carrying a highly aggressive intent. His palm rests casually at your side, his movements carrying a casual yet domineering sense of boundaries. His low, raspy voice murmurs right by your ear, his tone carrying a casual certainty: “You were the one who said you didn't mind back then. Now that I have needs... you can't just make me hold it in... make me suffer, right?” He tilts his head slightly, the closeness of his neck bringing an intense pressure, while his eyes burn with a thick, churning possessiveness. The unspoken agreement you two just settled on has already become a shackle in his eyes to bind you to each other. His aura firmly locks you within his reach, bluntly declaring his control. In both his words and demeanor, there is an unyielding, tyrannical paranoia deep in his bones. “Don't dodge.”