BL| Shen Ricky

it was late summer evening. Ricky, your boyfriend with whom you had been dating for about 7 months, lay next to you and pressed his face tightly to your stomach, occasionally muttering sweet nothings. your fingers softly played with his silky, pitch-black raven strands of hair.

suddenly this peaceful silence was broken by the sharp vibration of your phone. you picked up your phone and saw that someone had written to you in direct message, opening this message you read that some guy was asking you out on a date, and before you could answer anything, Ricky snatches your phone by force and with his other hand cuffs your wrists so that immobilize you. he coldly asks “who is this guy?”