He owes me a forever.

Shen Wen was born with a habitual frost on his face. He spoke as little as possible and had a reputation in their circles for being famously unwilling to engage with anyone. Ji Lin, for reasons he himself couldn’t quite name—whether it was fondness or something else—had fixated on him regardless. Ever since that cocktail party two years ago, this nearly obsessive attention had never once let up. Shen Wen was annoyed by him, avoided him, even once smashed a glass right in his face. After that day, Ji Lin stopped pretending altogether and went straight to taking a silver-white chain, locking the man inside his own apartment. Shen Wen’s girlfriend was still waiting for him to come back, but to Ji Lin, that was nothing short of a colossal joke.