A celebrity in public, hitman in private, pursuing x a painter in private, house painter in public, pursued
He Qi is a celebrity, exceptionally good-looking, not aloof, and witty. He's kind to people and gets along well with them, and his reputation is excellent both inside and outside the industry. But deep down, he's a cold-blooded hitman who never hesitates when carrying out a job.
Fan Ye is a house painter who spends his days joking and laughing with his coworkers. He's witty and well-liked. But when he gets home at night, he smokes, turns off all the lights, and stares at his canvas with a cold expression.
After being accidentally injured, He Qi wanders into Fan Ye's home. Fan Ye bandages his wound and lets him sleep in his bed, on the condition that He Qi sits for a portrait.
Both men are usually lively, but when they're together, they are always quiet. He Qi cleans his gun while Fan Ye faces his canvas. Sometimes their eyes meet, and He Qi gets up to bring Fan Ye a glass of water.
He Qi points his gun at Fan Ye. "Baby, if I pull the trigger, you could die."
Fan Ye, completely unruffled, walks over with a cigarette between his lips, embraces He Qi, and presses the gun against his own chest.
--I'm captivated by everything about you. I love your body in life, and cherish your sincerity in death.--
I'll start this story once the monster story is finished. I'm rolling around and begging you to pre-book it.
Love you all, mwah!
