Sheng Chinian, the young master of the Sheng family, cherished like a jewel in their palms, fell in love with his icy senior, Shi Yuan.
The refined young master considered himself exceptionally handsome. He dressed up carefully, nervously twisting his fingers as he confessed to Shi Yuan, only to receive a cold, devastating reply: "I don't like men. It's disgusting."
The young master's budding romance shattered into pieces. He hid beneath the covers and cried all night, then vowed to become a wicked bastard and never shed another tear over a lousy man.
Two years later, the Shi family went bankrupt. Once the pride of the heavens, Shi Yuan became a fallen man anyone could kick while he was down. Covered in blood, he bent his proud back and knelt before Sheng Chinian, begging the young master for help.
Sheng Chinian swirled his wineglass with interest. "You want me to help you? What will you give me in return?"
Shi Yuan looked up at the young man whose lips were devilishly red. "Me. Would that be enough?"
The young master tipped up Shi Yuan's chin with the toe of his shoe. He stared into the man's eyes, where a trace of pride still lingered, then sneered and planted his foot hard on his face, grinding it in slowly. "You? What are you worth?"
That night, Sheng Chinian tied Shi Yuan to the headboard and straddled him like a seductive demon. Feigning surprise, he asked, "Didn't you say I was disgusting? Shi Yuan, it seems your dick has betrayed you."
Sheng Chinian used every form of revenge he could think of on Shi Yuan, treating him like a dog he could kick away whenever he pleased. The young master never forgot a grudge, and he was determined to make Shi Yuan pay for what he had said and done back then.
Until one day, Sheng Chinian was lounging in Shi Yuan's arms, maliciously pinching his pecs, when his parents called and told him to meet his arranged-marriage partner.
The young master didn't come home that night.
Shi Yuan waited all night, only to see Sheng Chinian climb out of the passenger seat of a luxury car, laughing and chatting. The man kissed his forehead as if he were a treasure, then wrapped a scarf around him.
Shi Yuan crushed his glass. The shards tore his palm to bloody shreds, and the calming tea he'd made for Sheng Chinian spilled all over the floor.
On the eve of the engagement party, Shi Yuan disappeared.
Sheng Chinian ran out of the banquet hall during rehearsal and searched the entire city, but couldn't find him. His servant, who had always come whenever called, seemed to have vanished from the face of the earth.
The young master went on a luxury cruise to clear his head, only to be attacked by pirates. Trembling, he hid in his cabin. The door was suddenly kicked open, and Shi Yuan, missing for so long, untied him, caressed the face he hadn't seen in ages, and bit down on his lips.
"Young Master, welcome to a world that belongs only to us."
I want to write a story about an obsessive, forceful pursuit. A young master who tries to be wicked but is a little silly, as the bottom, paired with a top who turns dark and obsessive after his pride is shattered.
It won't be very long, and I might start writing it at any time.
A personal kink project, so it'll probably be pretty unrestrained. Mwah!
Written on 2024.11.21
Theme: If you want something, you have to work hard to get it