[Two male leads + deranged, sadistic pursuer + forced romance + mild horror + sinister ghost + age gap]
On the night white funeral banners fluttered in the mourning hall, Wen Ruan knelt on the cold tiles, staring at his husband Lu Chenyuan’s portrait and crying until he nearly fainted.
They had been married for three years. Lu Chenyuan was the gentlest, most considerate man in the city. He remembered everything Wen Ruan liked, left the lights on all night when he was afraid of the dark, and spoiled him until he was useless at everything. Everyone said Wen Ruan was blessed to have married such a perfect husband.
Until the seventh day after the funeral, when Wen Ruan found the first pinhole camera in the air-conditioning vent in their bedroom.
Then came the second, the third… and the one hundred and eighth.
The toilet, bathroom, kitchen, balcony, even the study where he spent every day: Lu Chenyuan’s eyes watched every corner. And in the basement he had never known existed, there were piles of photographs of him: sleeping, eating, laughing, crying, and… the two of them making love.
So the tenderness had been a lie, the consideration a lie, and even “Baby, I’ll love you forever” had been steeped in a chilling possessiveness.
Wen Ruan was terrified. He had to escape.
But he forgot that the man who loved him to the point of madness would never let him go, even in death.
In the pitch-black basement, a cold hand brushed his cheek. The man’s deep voice rang in his ear, still filled with the obsession that had not faded after death:
“Baby, where do you think you’re going?”
A short story! A short story! A short story!
