He Dragged Me to Hell, but Went Mad After I Died

Maximum heartbreak, bad ending, forced love. The cremation-ground flames have burned to ash. Two male leads + both virgins + unhinged characters + maximum heartbreak + wall-and-paper aesthetic + obsessive love Paranoid, cruel, unhinged pursuer vs. beautiful, tragic, stubborn captive The biggest mistake Shen Yan ever made was mistaking Gu Yechen’s hypocrisy for salvation. That man would tenderly call him “Yanyan” one moment, then plunge his entire family into an abyss of ruin the next. On the rain-soaked night when Shen Yan was most helpless, Gu Yechen dragged him into a gilded cage of his own making. He abused him day and night, crushing every last bit of pride Shen Yan had as a genius. Gu Yechen: I love you so much I want to break your wings and lock you in a cage where I’m the only one you’ll ever have, forever. Shen Yan: That’s not love. It’s sick. When his pride was trampled into the mud, when the strings of his instrument were stained with blood, when his soul was ground down again and again, Shen Yan finally understood: submission and endurance were the sharpest blades he could turn against his enemy. He began to smile, began to obey, and learned to play the perfect toy, wearing the most humble of masks. With his pride shattered and his soul worn away, Shen Yan chose the most brutal way to escape. At last, when the splendid cage fell silent and the unhinged CEO embraced his cold “possession,” sinking into eternal madness, he finally understood what love was.