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The world inside the penthouse is silent—a heavy, suffocating silence that Huang Xing (A'xing) 🦋 prefers over anything else.
It is exactly 5:15 AM. The sun hasn't risen yet over the skyscrapers of Shanghai.
A'xing lies in his king-sized bed, his eyes open, staring at the grey ceiling.
He doesn't look like a CEO or a superstar; he looks like a ghost trapped in a beautiful cage. 🕸️𓂋
Slowly, he sits up. His movements are fluid, like a predator masquerading as a prey.
He walks to the kitchen, his bare feet making no sound on the marble floor.
He doesn't turn on the lights; he likes the dark. As the coffee machine begins to hum, the blue light from his phone illuminates his face—sharp jawline, cold eyes, and a gaze that can make a grown man tremble.
A message pops up from Eliot's private server:
["Sir, the board members of the new project are asking for your presence. They still think you are just an actor hired for the role."]
A'xing takes a sip of his black coffee, the bitterness hitting his tongue. A small, dark smile plays on his lips.
"Let them think that," he whispers to the empty room. "The best way to destroy someone is to let them think you are harmless."
He goes to his massive closet. He doesn't pick the expensive suits. Instead, he pulls out a black, oversized hoodie and baggy pants.
He puts on his round glasses. In an instant, the sharp, dangerous man is gone. In the mirror stands a fragile, tired-looking 28-year-old boy who looks like he hasn't slept in years. 👓
Across the city, at the Desire 4 headquarters, the atmosphere is the complete opposite. 🏢
Qiu Dingjie (Qiuqiu) 🐕 is currently being chased by three stylists.
"Qiuqiu! Stay still! We need to fix your hair for the press conference!",
"Relax! I look good in everything!" Qiuqiu laughs, his voice echoing through the hallway. He is 185cm of pure energy.
He winks at a passing intern, making her blush instantly.
But as soon as he enters his private dressing room and closes the door, the smile vanishes.
He sits down, gripping his knees. His hands are shaking slightly.
Today is the first script reading for The Storm's Anchor. It is the first time in months he will see A'xing.
He pulls a small, worn-out photograph from his wallet. It is a blurry photo of a man's back, taken on a rainy night three years ago. 🌧️📸
"You still don't know it was me, do you?" Qiuqiu murmurs, his voice cracking. "You think he saved you. You hate me because you think I was just a bystander." 💔
A knock on the door startles him.
It is Jiang Heng (Ocean).
"Hey, Qiuqiu! Nong Zai and Jian Zai are here. Everyone is waiting. Even the 'Ice Prince' A'xing has arrived."
Qiuqiu stands up, masking his pain with his signature bright smile. "Coming!"
He walks out, his heart heavy. As he reaches the conference room, he sees him. A'xing is sitting in the farthest corner,
his head down, looking at his script as if the rest of the world doesn't exist.
Qiuqiu's breath hitches. He wants to run to him, to hug him, to tell him everything. 🥀
Because right next to A'xing, a man sits down—the man A'xing believes is his savior.
A'xing looks up, and for a split second, his cold eyes soften as he looks at that man.
Qiuqiu feels like someone has stabbed him in the chest. Just as he is about to step forward,
Nong Zai, the director, claps her hands. 👏
"Everyone, sit! We have a special guest today. We have a special addition to the cast. Acting as the 'Savior' who protects the servant from his master's cruelty, please welcome our new guest actor."
As the Fake Savior stepped forward with a practiced, gentle smile, A'xing's eyes flickered behind his glasses.
No one noticed the cold, predatory smirk dancing on his lips—it was as if he already knew this 'savior' was merely a prey walking into his trap. 🕸️
But Qiuqiu notices something else—a small, dark bruise on A'xing's wrist that wasn't there yesterday.
Before Qiuqiu can say anything, the door opens, and a shadow walks in that makes everyone gasp... 👤
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The shadow that steps into the room is none other than Li Peien (Seeky) and Jiang Heng (Ocean).
The air, already thick with unspoken tension, grows even heavier. Li Peien's long, white Rabbit ears twitch beneath his stylish beret.
He can feel the waves of sorrow coming from Qiuqiu and the ice radiating from Eliot. 🐇
Ocean follows him like a protective shadow, his Silver Wolf ears sharp and alert, his eyes scanning the room for any potential threat to his partner.
The Desire 4 ensemble is finally complete, but the atmosphere feels more like a battlefield than a script reading. ⚔
"Alright, let's not waste time," Nong Zai commands, her voice cutting through the silence.
"Page 15. The 'Master and Servant' confrontation. A'xing, you are the servant. Qiuqiu, you are the cruel master. Action!" 🎬
Qiuqiu feels his throat go dry. He has to act cruel to the person he loves most.
He stands up, his golden retriever spirit mourning inside. He walks over to Eliot and grabs his chin, forcing him to look up.
It is then, as the sleeve of Eliot's oversized hoodie slides back, that Qiuqiu sees it clearly—the dark, purplish bruise on Eliot's wrist.
It looks like a handprint. Someone has hurt him.
Qiuqiu's hand trembles. His eyes meet Eliot's. For a second, the 'fragile' A'xing vanishes. Behind those round glasses,
Eliot's eyes turn into shards of crystalline ice. It is the predatory gaze of the CEO of Eliot Corp.
"Stop looking at the bruise, Qiuqiu," Eliot whispers, his voice a lethal thread of silk.
"Focus on your role, or you'll lose everything."
Suddenly, a high-pitched vibration echoes through the room. Eliot's phone, connected to a private, high-security server, lights up with a flashing red warning:
[SECURITY BREACH:
LEVEL 5-HEADQUARTERS]. 🚨
Eliot doesn't flinch. Instead, he slumps back into his chair, fake tears welling in his eyes as he looks at the directors.
"I'm sorry... I can't... he's too rough," he sobs,
playing the victim perfectly so his "fake savior" actor would rush to his side and glare at Qiuqiu.
As the meeting adjourns, the room clears quickly. Eliot brushes past Qiuqiu, his shoulder hitting Qiuqiu's intentionally.
A small, crumpled piece of paper falls from his pocket. Qiuqiu picks it up, his heart shattering as he reads the elegant, sharp handwriting: 🖋️
"Don't come tomorrow, Qiuqiu. The butterfly's poison isn't meant for dogs. It's going to get bloody."
𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑨𝑼𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑹'𝑺 𝑺𝑬𝑨𝑳: 𝑶𝑩𝑺𝑬𝑹𝑽𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑩𝑬𝑮𝑰𝑵𝑺 📜
🕯️ . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
⚠️ 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑 & 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ⚠️
In This 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. ✍️🦋
𓋜 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔:
𝑰𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝑰𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒔 (𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 4) 🌑🩹
𝑷𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒂 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝑰𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 📜✨
𝑶𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅-𝒃𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 & 𝑳𝒐𝒓𝒆 🌪️⚓︎
𝑵𝒐 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒐𝒓 𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 🕊️🕯️
𑁍 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒎, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒏— 𝑴𝒂𝒚𝒎𝒖𝒏𝒂 (𝑴𝒖𝒏𝒂) 🖋️🥀
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