He Didn't Tell Me He Was a Cosplay Bottom Before Our Contract Marriage

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[Updates every other day, usually around midnight]

[CP dynamic: Crazy Sweetheart x Ambitious Schemer]

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When his parents told him he was to marry into the Jian family, Sui Ziyu had just pressed a gun to the target's temple.

That night, he hid the gun, changed out of his bloodstained shirt, and went to meet the young man he'd been set up with, the one rumored to be the most beautiful and gentle person in the whole city, someone nobody could forget after meeting.

"Three rules," Sui Ziyu said bluntly, not even sparing the other man a glance. "We'll sleep in separate rooms after we marry. We won't interfere in each other's private lives. You'll accept that I spend nights away from home. If you can agree to all that, we'll get our marriage license."

The young man across from him had a pair of charming, tender eyes that curved at the corners, giving him a sweet and lovely look. Calmly, he handed over a ring box. "All right."

Sui Ziyu had used those three overbearing conditions to drive away countless prospective partners. Somehow, he'd ended up signing a marriage agreement with this man.

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Life after their whirlwind wedding was as calm as still water. Every time he came home, his beautiful, capable new husband would prepare a late-night snack and wait for him with a sweet smile. He never ate it.

Jian Sili took care of all the housework, handled the relatives for him at banquets, and made him breakfast and lunch every day. Sui Ziyu acted as if he didn't notice, remaining as cold as ever.

One stormy night, unable to get a cab at work, he stepped outside and saw his new husband waiting beneath the eaves with an umbrella. His shirt was soaked through by the rain.

The doll-like young man was shivering, his face pale and lips trembling. His beautiful eyes brimmed with tears as he looked at Sui Ziyu, eyes red and voice choked. "Could you please look up at me?"

Unable to resist, Sui Ziyu pulled him into his arms and stroked his hair.

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Something went wrong with his latest assignment.

The target had hired another professional for protection. His opponent was a notorious madman in the business, bloodthirsty and undefeated, with enough victims to make a mountain. Sui Ziyu didn't dare rush in and spent a long time preparing.

On the day of the assassination, the other man kicked his gun away. Sui Ziyu drove a knife into his shoulder, but his opponent pinned him against the railing, roughly yanked his head back by the hair, and sniffed him. Sui Ziyu heard a muffled chuckle.

Then the man bit into the back of his neck, leaving two bright red rings of teeth marks on his skin.

Sui Ziyu had to wear bandages for a week.

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The day he learned the truth, Sui Ziyu's wrists were tied to the headboard with a necktie. Jian Sili lowered his head and caressed his hair, his touch tender and his gaze utterly besotted.

Sui Ziyu gritted out two words: "You lunatic."

The man above him smiled, his voice teasing and intimate.

"I picked the shampoo you used that day, darling."

[Highlight: The story is set in a wholly fictional world. None of its details have any connection to reality. The author is letting their imagination run wild with the setting, so it's all made up. Please don't relate it to real life.]

Theme: The soul of an inferior idealist burns like a raging fire atop the ruins.