Forbidden, angsty romance
As Pei Qingci’s childhood friend and younger sister, I lived in a grand, dazzling world of doting affection. He was the powerful Pei clan’s master, ruthless in his methods, yet he alone sheltered me beneath his wings and gave me everything. But his love was a cage built from money and power. He forbade me from falling for anyone and cut off every suitor who came my way.
So I stayed out all night and spread rumors of flirtations, testing the limits of his self-control again and again. I wore the spaghetti-strap dress he hated most and smiled sweetly at other men, just to watch him go mad over me. Until one late night, he pinned me in his arms, his breath scorching and his eyes bloodshot like a beast’s as he stared at the suggestive red mark on my neck. His voice was icy, forced through clenched teeth: “Tell me. Who did this?”
He was my childhood friend and older brother in name, my only support. He gave me everything except freedom. I once naively rose onto my tiptoes, hoping to kiss my god, only to be pushed away without mercy. I had no idea that when he tore away every tender pretense, the possessive obsession he called “love” would drag us both into what kind of abyss.
