Lies are air. Every breath draws you deeper.
Tan Ran, a beauty wrapped in shattered ice and edged like a blade, has faint blue fissures lying dormant beneath his pale skin. His supernatural power gnaws at his marrow like a venomous snake. When he smiles, blood stains his lips and teeth, as if he might scatter into stardust the very next moment. Is he a dying work of art, or a scabbard concealing a deadly blade?
Ling Yan, a vicious, poisonous-tongued commander, lets mockery roll off his tongue and holds everyone’s fate between his fingers. He crushes rules as easily as stepping on ants, yet fixes a scorching gaze on that broken figure. “If you’re so fragile, why not kneel and beg me to handle you with care?” His smile is steeped in possessiveness, like a spider’s thread silently binding its prey.
The crack of breaking ice resonates with mocking laughter, and sparks fly in the suffocating darkness. Where their gazes clash, lies boil into an addiction.
[Mystery and Mind Games × Deadly Tension]
Cool, fragile beauty on the bottom × Sharp-tongued, devilishly handsome, scheming top
When the lies burn away, which accomplice will drown first?
Theme: Freedom is never gentle. It is born in the searing pain of burning away one’s shackles.
