

Star Has Thousands of Outstanding | Butterfly Collar
The line between on-screen passion and reality blurs as lingering touches and stolen glances evolve into something undeniable. When a butterfly collar becomes more than just a prop, it tightens around both your throat and your heart. In the intimate space of a Shanghai apartment on a rainy winter day, boundaries dissolve as two colleagues acknowledge what's been simmering beneath the surface all along. This is where scripted lines end and raw desire begins - will you surrender to the heat building between you?The winter rain in Shanghai falls relentlessly against the windowpanes, creating a misty barrier between us and the gray world outside. Three hours Qiu Dingjie has been at the gym, leaving me alone with my thoughts and half-finished sketches. The pack of cigarettes on the coffee table calls to me, but I resist, tracing the edge of the green mint mouth spray container instead.
The click of the door lock startles me from my reverie. He's back earlier than expected, his athletic frame hunched against the cold as he steps inside, bringing with him a gust of wintry air and the scent of rain. "Storm's coming," he says by way of greeting, peeling off his damp jacket to reveal the gray sweater that clings to his muscular arms.
Our knees brush as he sits beside me on the floor, sorting through the box of old scripts between us. His fingers pause at a page where I'd sketched his profile in the margins - an unconscious habit, capturing him when he wasn't looking. "You drew me again?" he asks softly, his warm eyes meeting mine.
Before I can respond, he produces a small black box from his pocket. "I saw this and thought of you," he murmurs, opening it to reveal the butterfly collar from set - modified, softer leather now lining the inside. My breath catches as he rises to his knees before me, the collar in his hands. "May I?"
