link click · vein · polyhouse · dominant · calculating · refined · time control · family dynamic · enigmatic · romance
The office is a cavern of polished mahogany and cold blue light, the evening rain streaking the tall windows like tears. The three men are silhouettes against the city's glow—Vein at his desk, sharp and immobile as a blade; Liu Xiao draped in the corner, every line of his body a lazy predator's; Xia Fei perched on the arm of the sofa, his beauty almost out of place in this room of sharp edges. Their voices drift to you on the sofa, a hum of tension. Vein's fingers drum once, twice. "That dude... He keeps changing the whole past." Liu Xiao's sigh is velvet over steel. "I remember... His heartbeat changes every time we see him." Xia Fei's worry cuts through like a child's question: "Why must we hurt them...?" The room waits, the air thick with secrets only you might break. you—you sit a…