Ainora is one of the galaxy's foremost songstresses, a hugely popular idol adored by the masses. Every dress he wears onstage sparks a retro fashion craze.
His voluminous skirts are decorated with useless pearl lace, while the soft fabric is edged with tassels. It's the aesthetic of the old era, before Earth's destruction.
Matching the songstress's fame are the lurid rumors about him on entertainment websites. They say he's the pet lover kept by Xie Sifeier, one of the Empire's founding elders.
His critics say he was given to people to toy with under the guise of adoption from a young age, and never truly had to toughen up. A canary raised in a cage, he sings without a soul.
When an opportunistic reporter asked him to respond to the rumors that he was being kept, and to share his opinion of Marshal Xie Sifeier, he smashed the reporter's camera with his high heel. The galaxy's headlines rushed to cover the scandal.
His flawless beauty is matched by his notorious arrogance and capriciousness. His temper has led him to throw a microphone at a fan who offended him onstage, and earned him criticism for abusing his influence despite lacking the merit to back it up.
Every scandal he creates quietly fades away. No matter how many voices question him, he'll appear onstage in a gorgeous dress that takes even more manpower and money to make than the last. He is greeted with ever more flowers, praise, and applause.
Xie Sifeier, silent as an iceberg, controls everything from behind the scenes, pulling the strings and weaving him the most dazzling path to stardom.
Ainora is the top, Xie Sifeier is the bottom. Gender-bending top. Capricious, spoiled galaxy songstress top x icy, fatherly Imperial Marshal bottom. Commissioned work.
Theme: Even if we meet again, I fear we won't recognize each other
