BOUND TO EIGHT: Love or Die

Time froze.

A misty white ball appeared in the air. It rotated for a moment before an object fell from within.

Time seemed to warp. The object, which was initially unrecognizable, slowly morphed into a naked young man.

The young man looked about 17 or 18 years old with flawless, fair skin, long slim legs, a tiny waist, and a delicately sculptured face.

The sight of him lying in the dirt felt jarring___ like gold thrown in filth.

Giving one an irritated yet pitiful feeling.

The young man sprawled amidst the dirt, his eyes closed, and his long eyelashes fluttered every second.

His lips moved as if uttering some words, but nothing came out.

Despite this, he looked really cute.

Time passed slowly, but the young man remained fast asleep.

It made someone worried if he would starve to death or get kidnapped by bad men.

However, a change soon occurred.

A strange screen appeared before the young man's face and shone brightly on his face, highlighting his beautiful face even more.

"Host, wake up." A robotic voice came from the screen.

Like a trigger, the young man trembled, and his eyelashes fluttered violently. His eyes opened without warning, and he jerked up.

His dark green eyes looked empty with no sense of life as he looked into space.

The screen flickered. Strange words appeared and disappeared for a few seconds.

Consequently, the young man's eyes also changed, displaying rapid emotions until only confusion was left behind.

The young man groped his body with confusion blaring in his beautiful dark green eyes.

He looked around, and then, at his body. Immediately after, anger flashed across his face.

An overwhelming coldness settled on the delicate face. "Those bastards. Did they really capture me to kill me? I told them I wasn't interested in their damn hearts!"

The young man yelled angrily.

His eyes glowed with vicious light. His fingers clenched into a fist. "You guys better kill me here, or I will skin you all alive!" His words came out deep and rough.

It was nothing fitting for that delicate face.

But he didn't seem to mind.

He was angry.

He didn't beg to be loved. No, he'd always made it clear he didn't want to be loved.

So, why?

"How was his death my fault?" He snarled.

He couldn't understand. He hadn't done much more than break their hearts.

How could they make him a murderer because of that?

"I..."

His words died in his throat as his eyes suddenly widened. Pain stabbed through his skull.

He gripped his neck and stared at the screen before him. His lips parted like he wanted to say something, but his eyes rolled back.

Silence fell.

When he opened them again, the cold was gone. His viciously cold eyes had turned innocent and pure.

The dark green eyes shone with the brightness of youth, giving someone a warm and comfortable feeling.

His entire body melted into a stunning light, giving one the feeling that he was an untainted beauty.

The young man blinked at the screen before him. "D... did you save me?" He asked softly, his voice enchanting.

The screen flickered as if it were surprised for a second. "I did. Do you remember anything?" It asked.

Only then did the young man's eyes show confusion but without the expected fear. "I don't remember anything. I don't know anything about myself."

His eyes widened, showing a flicker of fear. "Do you think I lost my memories because I'm dead?"

The screen flashed, turned into a white light, and penetrated the young man's forehead.

The man froze.

Right after, the screen appeared again. "You are Finn by name. You are dead, but I'm here to save you, but on one condition." It said mechanically.

Finn's brows raised with curiosity. He glanced at the screen with full attention. "I will do anything. I really don't want to be here." He covered his nose as he said.

He seemed to only notice his surroundings right then, and the dirt made his face scrunch up, giving him a pitiful expression.

"Win the hearts of the male leads of this world. Make them fall in love with you, and I will revive you. I will also help you recover your memories. How about that?"

The mechanical voice had no emotion, but for some reason, it gave someone the sense of coaxing...

Finn tilted his head and blinked his large eyes. "Male leads?" He was confused.

"Yes, male leads. They are your husbands, and you have to make them love you."

Finn exhaled. He might have lost his memories, but he still felt like a man should only have one partner, right?

The screen wrote a string of words. "Don't think too much. Make them fall in love with you, and I will fulfill all your wishes." It said.

Finn was enticed. He stared at the screen with squinted eyes, and he slowly bit his lower lip. "How many are they?" He asked in a small voice.

His innocence made someone's heart ache.

"Eight," the screen replied, and with that, it penetrated Finn's forehead.

Finn frowned. "I guess I'm in a terrible nightmare." He whispered to himself.

Yet, deep down, he knew this was real, and he was about to step into a game that would either ruin or make him.