บททั้งหมดของ Rewinding My Reaper Boyfriend: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Elion woke up to the smell of rain and expensive coffee.He blinked, disoriented by the heavy velvet canopy hanging above him. For a split second, he thought he was back in his apartment, safe in his clutter. Then the red walls of the Honeymoon Suite came into focus, and the memory of the night before crashed down on him like a collapsing stage set.The contract. The mansion. The man in the black coat.Elion sat up abruptly, clutching the duvet to his chest."You're awake," a voice said from the corner.Elion snapped his head toward the window.Cale was there. He was fully dressed, wearing the same dark jeans and black t-shirt as the night before, though he looked fresh, as if dirt and wrinkles were afraid to touch him. He was sitting on the chaise lounge, a book open on his knee, a steaming mug in his hand."How long have you been watching me?" Elion asked, his voice rough with sleep."I wasn't watching you," Cale said calmly, not looking up from the book. "I was reading. You sleep q

The door to Suite 1 closed with a heavy, ominous thud that seemed to suck the air out of the room.Elion dropped his duffel bag on the plush carpet. He looked around the space that was supposed to be his home for the next six weeks. It was, frankly, ridiculous. The red velvet curtains were pulled shut against the afternoon sun, casting the room in a bloody, womb-like gloom. The chandelier looked like it was judging him.And then there was the bed.The King-Sized Problem."Okay," Elion said, turning to Cale. "Ground rules. We are roommates. Not soulmates. Not cellmates. Roommates."Cale was standing by the door, scanning the room with that peculiar, intense focus he always had, as if he were looking for invisible cracks in the plaster."Roommates," Cale repeated, his voice distracted. "Understood.""That means boundaries," Elion continued, trying to sound like the authoritative psychologist he used to be. "Physical boundaries. Emotional boundaries. Geographic boundaries within this roo

The hallway outside the Confessional Room was lined with portraits of previous Love Chase winners—couples who were likely divorced by now, smiling with teeth that looked too white to be natural.Elion leaned against the wall, clutching his small, smuggled notebook against his chest. He wasn't looking at the portraits. He was writing.Anomaly 1: The Taxi. 57th & 8th. Time jump: ~30 seconds. Anomaly 2: The Pot Rack. Kitchen. Cale reacted before the chain snapped. Anomaly 3: The Bathroom. I slipped. I felt the impact. Then I was standing.He pressed the pen harder into the paper, the ink bleeding slightly.Hypothesis: Cale Rion is altering probability. Or perception. Or time."You're up, Doctor," a production assistant named Gary said, poking his head out of the black door. "Mira is ready for you."Elion snapped the notebook shut and shoved it into the back pocket of his jeans. He took a breath, composed his face into a mask of polite skepticism, and walked into the box.The Confession

The lounge was supposed to be a place of relaxation—a neutral zone of oversized sofas and ambient lighting where the contestants could unwind after the stress of the kitchen. Instead, it felt like a courtroom. Kieran held court from the center of the plush sectional, a glass of whiskey in one hand and a captive audience of insecure reality stars in the other. "I'm just saying," Kieran drawled, his voice pitched perfectly to carry across the room without sounding like a shout. "It's statistically improbable. Two strangers, paired randomly by 'algorithms,' moving in perfect sync on Day Two? Come on. Even professional dancers need rehearsal." Mia, The Influencer, nodded slowly, scrolling through her phone. "It was weird. Like, creepy weird. They didn't even talk." "Exactly," Kieran said, leaning forward. "Telepathy? Or a script?" Elion stood in the doorway, his hand freezing on the handle. He had come down for a glass of water, hoping to avoid exactly this kind of high school dra

The morning sun hit the velvet curtains of Suite 1, but it didn't penetrate. The room remained a sanctuary of gloom and silence, broken only by the sharp, persistent buzzing of the intercom next to the bed.BZZZT. BZZZT.Elion groaned, pulling the pillow over his head."Make it stop," he mumbled into the mattress."It's the production line," Cale’s voice came from the chaise lounge. He sounded awake. He always sounded awake. "If you ignore it, they'll send a PA with a master key. Gary. He has heavy footsteps."Elion threw the pillow aside and sat up. His hair was a disaster, and his mouth tasted like stale cheese."You answer it," Elion said. "You're the protector. Protect me from Gary.""I protect you from mortality," Cale said, standing up and smoothing his t-shirt. "Not from bureaucracy."He walked to the wall and pressed the button."Suite 1," Cale said."Mira wants you," Gary’s voice crackled through the speaker. "War Room. Ten minutes. Both of you.""We haven't had breakfast," C