A paranoid, gloomy, love-addled, sinister true ghost, the real young master, versus a haughty, sharp-tongued, drama-queen fake young master with a wicked streak who loves to put on a show. (Super sweet) (Both are secretly ruthless) (A brainless sweet romance) (They’ll keep pushing and pulling each other) (Lots of twists) (Both reborn)
(The uke can hear the seme’s thoughts)
The seme seems cold on the surface, but inside he’s an obsessed brother-con ≡ω≡
“So cute!” “Lock him up!!!!”
“Mine alone!!!” “Stay with me for the rest of your life, okay, big brother?” “No one can take you away from me!!”
“I hope that every beat of your heart is for me, and every breath you take is filled with my presence.
May our souls merge from now on, never to be separated again!! All right, big brother!!!”
“Don’t be afraid. You won’t be lonely, big brother. I’ll always protect you.”
Crazy thoughts kept surfacing in his mind.
A dark glint surged through his eyes, his expression inscrutable.
When he turned his head and looked at the young man before him again, his expression had already returned to normal, his eyes full of an indescribable tenderness.
