* A scheming, calculating, unhinged top x a carefree, open-minded, dazzlingly beautiful bottom
Fake Alpha x Omega / Real Alpha x Alpha
#My love for you is completely sincere#
1.
Jiang Zhao met Lu Shaosheng during the worst stretch of his life.
Even sitting in a wheelchair, the man looked every bit the haughty elite. He said meaningfully to Jiang Zhao, "Jiang Zhao, we'll meet again."
Just as he'd said, they did.
The second time Jiang Zhao saw him, Lu Shaosheng locked him inside a villa.
Like a canary kept in a cage.
"You can't escape. You're my omega." Lu Shaosheng lowered his voice, as if trying to bewitch Jiang Zhao. "You have to stay by my side now."
Jiang Zhao thought there was something wrong with this guy's head.
What was an omega?
2.
After Jiang Zhao started dating Lu Shaosheng, he increasingly felt that something was off.
Then he found concrete proof of Lu Shaosheng's sick, obsessive fixation.
It was Lu Shaosheng's diary and computer records.
Jiang Zhao asked Lu Shaosheng to break up.
Lu Shaosheng was heartbroken, but he didn't make things difficult for him. He simply said with restraint, "I respect your decision. I hope you'll be happy, Jiang Zhao."
3.
After they broke up, Lu Shaosheng disappeared.
Rumors online said he had died in a murder.
But on the seventh day after their breakup, Lu Shaosheng appeared at Jiang Zhao's front door.
He looked like a big, dejected puppy abandoned by its owner, soaked through and pitiful. "...Honey, why don't you want me anymore?"
* [An explanation and apology to the readers waiting for my upcoming fluffy story]
Because of limited inspiration and writing ability, I've been stuck on that fluffy story for a whole year. I've written nearly a hundred thousand words of discarded drafts, but still can't get it right.
I've really been writing and scrapping drafts all year. I've shown more than ten versions to my friends, and every one of them was terrible. I'm just not good at this kind of story. I even doubted myself for a while, but in the end, I decided to let go and write something I'm relatively better at.
The fluffy story is going in the parking lot for now. I'll write it if inspiration strikes, since finishing is more important than making it perfect. If I go a long time without writing, my already modest skills will plummet, so I need to save myself.
I'm sorry, everyone.
Theme: Even mired in the mud, I still want to embrace the moon in the sky.
