The leader of a cyberpunk villain organization: a neurotic, self-destructive, saintly woman, and an older, controlling, fatherly, hypocritical schemer.
[Very Rough Advance Blurb]
"Xu Baique, female, condition: white knight syndrome, pathological altruism, excessive empathy... A saint sent from heaven, boss." The Black Doctor pushed up his glasses, then paused. "What are you playing with?"
Xu Baique, who had been chewing a hard candy with her head tilted back, obediently opened her palm to show him. A bloody eyeball lay there.
She pinched it with her fingers. "My ex-boyfriend's eye."
When Xu Baique was eighteen, she drifted from place to place, lodging in a rundown district. He Tanjiang cupped her face and kissed her lightly, coaxing her merrily: "Little bird, little bird, come perch on my shoulder."
At twenty-eight, Xu Baique took the place of her deceased mentor as the Speaker of the Ghost Council. In her first year in office, she blew the head off the leader of the Aether Industrial Consortium, stunning the Federation.
She evaded the assassins racing after her and crouched beneath a bridge, gulping down energy fluid. From the corner of her eye, she watched a video of He Tanjiang's emergency interview playing on the towering Silver Spire across the river.
The youngest and fastest-rising politician in the Federation commanded the support of countless financial magnates. His face, shaped by a top-tier genetic sequence, was perfectly handsome. His long, slender fingers, encased in black leather gloves, rested together with graceful strength and polished elegance.
"I swear by my faith in the Federation." He looked into the camera and smiled faintly, his pale gray eyes glimmering with a cool light. "The murderer will pay with his life."
The people before the cameras cheered. Countless girls blushed and wept over the young, handsome, refined politician.
Only Xu Baique knew He Tanjiang had sworn a load of crap. That scheming pretty boy only wanted to claw his way to the top. His faith in the Federation was worth less than dog shit.
He Tanjiang, a fallen soul with nothing but lies on his lips. Sooner or later, she'll put a bullet in his brain.
"Once, in my despair, I swore before countless departed heroes that from that day on, I would devote my life, love, and loyalty entirely to humanity's glorious cause."
Note:
The leads will only ever be with each other.
As always, the male lead falls first, and he falls hard.
Blurb written July 15, 2026, and already saved by email.
Theme: Face the fate of a life spent adrift with courage
