Abyss of Desire

In the interstellar dust, Alan Bennett, the third son of the El Paso Star General, is alive and dead. Victor, the gutter rat, makes sinful deals and steals "Master Allen's" life. The First Federal Military Academy is the arena of power. Victor's gaze was like a poisoned hook, fixed firmly on Rhein von Randolph - not because of him as a person, but because of the overwhelming authority represented by that last name. He imitated the etiquette of the nobility, studied the classics of political strategy, and calculated every step towards the Rhine like the most precise instrument: "Your Excellency Rhine, regarding the redundant design of the mecha's power cabin, this is my humble opinion." He handed over the report, his fingertips deliberately avoiding contact, but his eyes were burning with the desire for the military power behind Rhine. Rhine understands everything. He watched Victor clumsily imitate a smile at the banquet, and fight with self-destructive ferocity on the training ground. The eyes that looked at him were filled with hot ambition and cold jealousy, but no love. "Victor," Rhine called his real name in the deserted corridor, his voice as cold as ice, "your eyes seem to be looking at a tool that is not so handy." Victor's back was stiff, but he raised his chin: "It's an honor for you to be used." He spurned Rhine's approach, which reminded him of the natural difference between him and others. Something unexpected happened when that gentle Omega appeared. Victor used to look down on Omega, but meeting him gave Victor the first taste of being looked at as an equal and wrapped in tenderness. It had nothing to do with calculation and made him almost forget that he was a thief. Like a drowning man grabbing onto a driftwood, he clumsily offers his sincerity - this is what he understands as "normal" attraction. When Rhine saw Victor clumsily arranging the pages for Omega, his eyes were softer than he had ever seen before—— The pride of heaven's calmness completely shattered. He pressed Victor against the cold starship bulkhead, his voice hoarse: "You took advantage of me to gain access to power, and I tolerated it." "You hate me to the core, and I admit it." "But you want to use the status and disguise I gave you to love others?" "Victor, nothing in this world is so cheap." Gong, the incarnation of cold power (Rhine von Randolph) & Shou (Victor), a greedy careerist Original copy: "When I walked to the so-called Vanity Fair, I found that there was nothingness there. All I got was numbness, exhaustion and loss." Sometimes, Victor would think of the cold wind in El Paso. The desolate land gave birth to his flesh and blood, but he just kept escaping and chipping away at the mark there. Greed burned his internal organs, desire stung his nerves, and he even wanted to stab his head with a cold dagger in exchange for a moment of peace... But no matter what, he is already standing here. "Victor, don't regret it. This is your choice." He murmured to himself. He had already entered this abyss many years ago A novice author, trying his hand at writing, please give me some suggestions from readers, mua~ Intention: Heaven moves in good health, and a gentleman strives to constantly strive for self-improvement.