Reverse Marking

Sunny, brilliant younger beta top x seductive, live-for-the-moment, profit-first alpha bottom Three years later, Chu Huai ran into his ex-boyfriend backstage. Three years later, top-tier star Zhao Siyi was caught up in another scandal. In the video, the entertainment industry's usually arrogant, unruly top alpha seemed to be crying. He was sprawled over Chu Huai's shoulder like a helpless puppy. Chu Huai, by contrast, looked thoroughly impatient. He promptly tied Zhao Siyi to a chair and walked away without even pouring him a glass of water. Zhao Siyi's fans went berserk on the spot, ready to tear Chu Huai apart. The haters, meanwhile, were overjoyed, practically ready to deliver a commemorative banner to Chu Huai's company. The next day, Zhao Siyi, looking a little pale, forced himself to explain in front of the cameras. "My heat came early. I scared him." Watching at home, Chu Huai could only sneer. If the bite marks on his neck hadn't healed yet, he might have believed that load of nonsense. Zhao Siyi hated omegas, but countless times he'd wished Chu Huai were one. Then he could lure Chu Huai with his pheromones and leave his mark on him, like a wild beast marking its territory. When their relationship was at its worst, he even deluded himself into thinking he might differentiate as an omega. At least then he could use his frail body and the Omega Protection Act to keep Chu Huai by his side. But unfortunately, he was an alpha, while Chu Huai was a beta. A younger top chases down a beautiful, wealthy, top-tier star and they live happily ever after, only for him to discover that his first love was rotten from the start. The fans think they're the ones most sincerely invested, giving more than the sky is high and the sea is deep, when in reality their idol has already gone through the whole bloody entertainment-industry saga of holding hands, kissing, sleeping together, breaking up, and becoming complete strangers. No real-life inspirations. This is an ABO world, so many of the details won't stand up to scrutiny. Please don't map it onto reality. [Mainly from the top's perspective, both are each other's only one * the bottom chases the top after their breakup * ABO, beta top and alpha bottom] Also coming soon: The Duchess After a Successful Murder Duke Villiers was dead. He'd fallen from his horse, and the spooked animal had crushed his skull with a single hoof. The royal family refused to believe that the "Sword of the Empire," famed for his ruthlessness and skill in battle, could have died in such a ridiculous accident. They sent Detective Rees to investigate. On the first day Rees arrived at the Villiers estate, the duchess, draped in black veils, received him in the chapel. She was an exceedingly beautiful, young, fragile widow. Her husband's death had drained away all her vitality, leaving sorrow and fear forever tucked into her lake-green eyes. The first time Rees saw her, he thought of the tulips in the royal gardens the year before, trampled and ruined by an early frost just as they bloomed. The duchess said little. It seemed her throat had once been injured, and she always wore a black lace choker. When speaking to others, she kept her eyes lowered, her hands, covered by long silk gloves, folded properly in her lap. Demure, yet mesmerizing. She truly loved the duke. During all the days Rees spent investigating at the Villiers estate, she never once left the chapel. She was always praying for her husband. Her devotion was enough to inspire envy. On the seventh day, the chapel caught fire. Without regard for his own life, Rees led a group inside and rescued Lorraine Charlier. He thought he'd see tears of gratitude in Lorraine's eyes, but in the firelight, the duchess's face was frighteningly pale. Her petal-like lips trembled, and she could barely stand. "Get me a horse. I need to go to the nearest town chapel," Lorraine said quietly. Rees wasn't sure if it was his imagination, but Lorraine's voice sounded hoarse. He instinctively grabbed Lorraine's hand. "No. The sun is about to set, and there could be highwaymen on the road." Lorraine gave him a cold look and turned to leave. Nobody could stop the duchess once she'd made up her mind. Rees had no choice but to go with her. By the time the last rays of sunlight vanished below the horizon, they still hadn't reached the nearest town. Rees heard Lorraine's sobs breaking down inside the carriage. He was about to ask what was wrong when a stag cloaked in black raven feathers charged onto the road and overturned the carriage. Lorraine fell to the ground. Then a pair of powerful hands dragged him into the darkness Many years later, the great demon who walked among mortals as a duke carried his delicate wife out of the chapel. Lorraine had just seen off the last child of his final living blood relative. A century had quietly passed, yet he was still just as beautiful, just as fragile. "I've done everything I promised you," Rees whispered in Lorraine's ear. "Can we go home now?" Lorraine said nothing. After a moment, he wrapped his arms around his husband, his last remaining tie to this world. I just couldn't find anything to read, so I'm making something myself. Theme: Only true sincerity can earn true sincerity.