로그인Alan slammed the door to his room, hands shaky and covered in sweat. His chest heaved, leaning on his knees as he struggled to catch his breath. [Host, have you gone crazy?!]Alan turned, ignoring Xena's shrills. His hands running through his now messy bangs, rustling them up even more. He said nothing, quietly dragging his feet towards the bed before collapsing on the soft mattress. [Such good offer, and you turned it down off the bat. You even dared to hit him, aren't you scared for your life?]He buried his face in the pillows, the faint, sweet scent of rose wash filling his nostrils. He squeezed tight, staying like that for a full minute - trying to process what just happened. Then he rolled over, calmly collecting his thoughts as he sat up. A good offer....?, he stared at the blue screen only he could see with a low scowl. "What's good about being another man's boy toy, huh?. Tell me, what's so good about it?!", Alan scoffed, tossing one of the pillows to the ground with a th
"Go ahead, i'm listening", Zeke stared at Alan, his molten silver eyes glistening with interest. "We made a deal, and you promised to help me bring down the Gu corporation", Alan paused, his calm voice never faltering. It was almost as if he were discussing a mere business transaction and not the demise of his family's business. Zeke smirked, the corners of his lips twitching with pure, unfiltered intrigue. He tilted his head to the side, sizing up Alan with his deep set eyes. "Yeah, i remembered making that promise. But -". Alan sucked in a sharp breath, his heart racing wildly. In a corner where Zeke couldn't see, Alan dug his fingers deep into his palms - desperately trying to soothe his panicking nerves.But.... but what?!. Alan's thin brows furrowed deeply, his expression pale as if fearing the worst. Was he trying to back out now, at a critical time like this?!. What could he do, this man had basically been his last bet on actually completing his mission. How was he supposed
Alan perched by the window, the cool breeze carrying a faint scent of fresh pine leaves and cherry blossoms. He exhaled, his elbow resting against the window pane, chin buried in his right palm. It's been three days since he fully recuperated, staying locked within these grand walls while enduring the silence. It wasn't exactly him being confined, it's just that he wasn't given the liberty to move around of his own free will. Everywhere he went, he was being trailed by bulky bodyguards with frightfully scarred faces. They barely ever smiled, each wearing dreadfully stern expressions while looking at him like he was some pitifully, trapped prey that they weren't allowed to touch.And the maids around here were no different, sure they served his meals and provided him change of clothes, but they also avoided every form of contact. And when they were done....they often scurried away as if running from a plague. Alan shut his eyes, quietly enjoying the refreshingly calm breeze. Whatev
Two days later....... The clouds darkened, a soft drizzle drifting down, casting a thin veil over the city. The air was filled with earthy scent of wet soil and blooming flowers, Alan held up his face, inhaling and exhaling gently. Great...., another rain shower!!.He scanned the crowd of people hurrying about, seeking shade from the rain; quietly tucking his hands deep into his pockets. Straightening his back, he stepped out and into the rain, taking long strides towards the underground car park. Patting his shoulders, he reached for his house keys. Water droplets falling from his damp hair and unto his damp, cold hands. He shivered, his lips trembling from the chill as he pulled out a bunch of keys while desperately trying to unlock the front door.Then, he froze, an unfamiliar chill made his spine tingle in a dangerous kind of way. [Host, an unfamiliar presence has been detected. Objective; unknown. Instruction; host is required to be alert of his surroundings]He turned around
Hiss... Dylan clutched the leather chair, biting back his screams. Tears pooled around his eyes, his gaze locked on the bloodied, swollen scratches on his left knee. Damn that psycho, red-haired brat!! The sharp, pungent sting of menthylated spirit reached his nostrils, accompanied by the faint, domineering scent of Matthew's cedar cologne. He knelt down on one knee, his head lowered, softly catering to his wounds. Dylan's face flushed a light shade of red, memories of that night together replaying in his head like a broken video tape. The heated passion and lustful desires sheathed behind those gold-rimmed glasses and piercing, cold eyes. He tightened his legs instinctively, his breathing almost ragged with a strange arousal poking through his pants. He gulped, averting his eyes once he noticed Matthew's inquisitive eyes locked on to him. An awkward silence stretched for minutes between them, Dylan shut his eyes, quietly counting stars unable to bear the sexual embarra
"Let go of me!!!" Simone dragged Dylan into a dark hallway, his hardened grip causing Dylan's features to twist into a grim wince. "Simone, i said let go of me, damnit!!!", Dylan cursed loudly, eyes red rimmed with cold sweat dripping off his face. Simone snapped, swinging Dylan's frame against the walls with a harsh thud. He stood there, watching him writhe in pain while struggling to support his aching body."Damn you, what the hell is freaking wrong with you?", Dylan glared, eyes shooting venomous daggers at the loathful red haired male. "Are you trying to have me killed or something?!!" Simone ignored Dylan's spite, his dangerous green orbs never leaving the young master's pretty face. "Why didn't you come pick me up?!" Dylan paused, a subtle expression flashing through his eyes - oh!!, was he still on that incident?. He straightened up, casting no heed to the throbbing pain in his back. Sure, the impact earlier had been brutal, but nothing could compare to the wrath of a sel







