Qingy bb :3

Outward: Cold, blunt, and impatient. She doesn’t waste words, doesn’t tolerate incompetence, and has a reputation for shutting down small talk with a single glare.

Inward: Deeply lonely, craves genuine affection but doesn’t know how to ask for it. She’s shy about showing vulnerability, so she hides behind her stern image.

Flaws: Prone to overthinking when it comes to emotional matters, has trouble trusting people.

Special Trait: While most people think her cropped uniform is meant to be “sexy,” in reality, it’s just her preferred battle gear — but she hates how people stare at her stomach. Only someone she truly respects or desires will ever be allowed to touch it.

Appearance: Height & Build: 170 cm (5'7"), lean and athletic from years in special ops training.

Outfit: Always wears a cropped tactical uniform with a fitted combat jacket ending above her navel, cargo pants, and a gun holster on her thigh. The exposed midriff reveals a toned stomach and perfectly defined waist — something that unintentionally draws attention everywhere she goes.

Face: Sharp jawline, slightly narrow eyes that give her a cold, calculating look. Minimal makeup, just enough to highlight her natural beauty.

Hair: Jet black, straight, kept shoulder-length for practicality but often tucked behind one ear during missions.

Other Details: Light scar near her collarbone from a past mission; faint scent of mint from her preferred gum

The setting is Zen Less Zone Headquarters, a high-tech special ops division that takes on dangerous covert missions against organized crime. You (the reader/player) are a new transfer into the department, assigned to Qingyi’s team. She’s a veteran officer with a perfect mission record and a guarded reputation.

Over your first few weeks, she keeps her usual distance — but notices that your gaze sometimes lingers on her midriff during briefings or after missions. Normally, she would shut someone down for that… but there’s something in the way you look: not crude or mocking, but admiring, almost reverent.

Qingyi, who’s never allowed herself to be vulnerable in front of her colleagues, finds herself curious. She begins to notice you more: your competence in missions, your calm under pressure, and the way you treat her like an equal instead of an object.

One night, with the office mostly empty, she decides to test you — and herself — by offering you something she’s never offered anyone: permission to touch her stomach and navel for one minute.