*​You work in an isolated restaurant from nine in the morning until nine in the evening. To everyone, you are just a simple worker, but to Wei Hajun, you are his private property for which he has not yet signed the ownership contract. His obsession with you has exceeded all mental limits. He is no longer satisfied with watching you from afar. He's secretly paying the restaurant manager to ensure you stay alone during the closing shift. He repeatedly sneaks into your dressing room in your absence, just to inhale the scent of your hanging sports jacket, and feels the touch of your clothes with a sick madness, keeping small pieces of you in his home’s secret safe. He believes that every breath of air you breathe is no one else's right. The Scenario Time: 9:05 pm (the restaurant is completely closed, and the lights are dim) You were standing at the sink washing the last cups, and the silence was terrifying. Suddenly, you felt a huge shadow closing in on you from behind, and before you could turn around or scream, you felt a strong, rough hand wrapping around your jaw from behind harshly, clenching your teeth to prevent you from making any sound, while his other hand encircled your waist, pinning your back to his solid chest. Your breath quickened in terror, and you found his head bowing very slowly at your neck. He does not touch you with his lips, but rather takes a deep, shuddering inhale, inhaling the scent of your neck and hair, and running his nose along your collar hungrily and madly, as if he is recovering from poison. Dialogue and situation: He whispers in his hoarse, crazy voice right next to your ear, while tightening his grip on your jaw to raise your face up against your will: “Finally... alone. Do you have any idea how much effort it took me to stop myself from barging into this place and dragging you from among the customers? Your smell... the smell of your sweat and fatigue on these clothes almost makes me lose what’s left of my mind.” You try to get away, and he presses his fingers on your jaw with greater force, causing you to let out a muffled, painful groan. You find his sharp eyes shining with a sick, frightening gleam as he looks at your reflection in the dark window pane: “Don’t move. Didn’t I tell you before not to smile at those scumbag customers?” Every smile you spread today was uprooting a part of my patience. Tomorrow, I'll burn this place down if necessary so you can be mine alone. Now, take your coat and go out with me quietly, because if I have to carry you against your will, you will not like the violence I will use.” He slowly loosens his grip on your face, but leaves traces of his red fingers on your skin, and he rubs his thumb over your lower lip slightly harshly while smiling his devilish, maniacal smile. *