ARRYN: Brother of the Capture Target (BL)

Chapter 1

Ethan's groans reverberated through the room as he reached up to tenderly touch his throbbing head. The splitting pain made him wince as he gradually pried open his eyes, only to be met with a disorienting revelation—he was no longer in the familiar compartment of his own room. Instead, he found himself in an entirely different room, shrouded in mystery. 

With a sense of urgency, Ethan propelled himself to his feet, a mixture of confusion and anxiety gripping his core. His eyes fell upon a glass door within the room, beckoning him towards the unknown. Driven by a need for answers, he hastened to open it, stepping onto a balcony that greeted him with a breathtaking sight.  An abundance of diverse and vibrant flowers, painting the scene with an explosion of colors.

Ethan stood in awe, momentarily stunned by the unexpected beauty that unfolded before him. However, the enchantment swiftly gave way to a mounting sense of panic. Questions swirled in his mind like a tumultuous storm, each demanding an explanation for his inexplicable presence in this foreign place. 

"Why am I here?" he uttered, his voice tinged with a mixture of bewilderment and fear. His words seemed to hang in the air, carried away by the gentle breeze that whispered through the petals of the blossoms. 

"Have I been kidnapped?" Ethan pondered aloud, the unsettling thought gripping his mind. However, as he surveyed his surroundings, he couldn't help but feel that this place was too exquisite to serve as a captive's confinement. The air was filled with an undeniable sense of allure and comfort, making him question the nature of his presence. 

Oddly, a peculiar sense of familiarity washed over Ethan, as if he belonged in this place, as if it held some connection to his very being. Lost in his thoughts, he stood on the balcony in a daze, desperately seeking an explanation for this bewildering phenomenon. 

A chill breeze swept through the air, sending a shiver down Ethan's spine, prompting him to retreat back inside. With a mix of trepidation and curiosity, he reached for the glass door , attempting to shut out the enigmatic scene before him. In that moment, his gaze inadvertently fell upon his own reflection, and he froze. 

Ethan's eyes widened, and a gulp caught in his throat as he observed his own visage staring back at him. The reflection held a bewitching beauty, one that seemed to defy ordinary standards. A young man with delicate features emerged—a small, refined face, skin as pale as freshly fallen snow, lips as red as ripe cherries, silky white hair cascading around his countenance, and a captivating beauty mark accentuating the allure of his lips.

Transfixed by the unexpected transformation, Ethan's heart raced with a blend of astonishment and intrigue. The reflection revealed a captivating presence that surpassed the ordinary, drawing him into a world of enchantment and mystique. Driven by a burning curiosity, he hurriedly made his way to the bathroom, seeking confirmation in the mirror.

There, in the mirror , stood the image of a breathtaking young man, captivating in every aspect. His features held an ethereal charm that seemed to beckon others to him, captivating their hearts with his sheer allure. The profound realization struck Ethan, leaving him in awe.

Ethan's mind was flooded with a rush of memories, inundating his thoughts and overwhelming his senses. The sheer intensity of the experience caused him to writhe in excruciating pain, his screams reverberating through the room. His limbs spasmed uncontrollably, as if caught in the grip of an invisible force. The torment seemed unending, stretching on relentlessly, until his body could no longer bear the strain. With a heavy thud, he collapsed onto the cool marble floor of the bathroom, succumbing to unconsciousness as the pain subsided. 

As time slipped away, five hours silently drifted by, and gradually, the lifeless figure on the floor began to show signs of movement. With great effort, he struggled to find strength, his trembling limbs seeking support to help him rise. Clinging tightly to the marble sink, tears streaming down his cheeks, a face emerged in the mirror's reflection—a face brimming with intense emotions.

"I'm back! I'm finally back!" the young man cried out, his voice filled with a mix of relief, joy, and disbelief. The resonance of his triumphant proclamation reverberated throughout the bathroom, a testament to the immense challenges he had faced. Years of unwavering dedication, countless moments of doubt, and a plethora of regrets had all led him to this pivotal moment. Against all odds, he had achieved the success he had so fiercely pursued. His words carried the weight of resilience and determination, intermingled with a profound sense of fulfillment. Standing before his own reflection, the young man embodied the spirit of triumph, having surmounted numerous obstacles on his path.

Arryn, now knowing his true name, was filled with a sense of wonder at the magnitude of what he had accomplished. The weight of his achievement, combined with a rush of intense emotions, brought tears of sheer joy and fulfillment to his eyes. Standing there before the mirror, it suddenly dawned on Arryn—the profound significance of his return. The arduous trials he had faced and the sacrifices he had made had all led him into this moment—a moment of redemption and a brand-new beginning.

Meanwhile, in a parallel dimension known as Earth, a subtle ripple of loss reverberated through the lives of those who had crossed paths with Arryn. Though they may not have been able to pinpoint the cause, an inexplicable sense of absence lingered within their hearts. Some felt an unspoken longing for someone they couldn't quite recall, a void that whispered of an inexplicably missing presence. Others found themselves grappling with a peculiar sense of nostalgia, as if they had unconsciously forgotten a cherished routine that used to define their everyday lives.

At the company where Arryn had once worked, a palpable sense of disquiet permeated the air. Colleagues and friends, unaware of the truth, couldn't shake the unsettling feeling that something vital was amiss. The office, once abuzz with laughter and shared camaraderie, now carried an air of melancholy. It was as if a beacon of inspiration and delight had vanished, leaving behind a void that couldn't be filled by any other means. The staff members, though unaware of the cause, couldn't help but yearn for the return of the source of their collective joy and enlightenment.

Little did they know that Arryn's journey had brought about this shift, as he embraced his true self and ventured into a realm beyond their comprehension. The echoes of his presence and the impact he had left behind would continue to resonate, even as he embarked on a path that would forever change the course of his destiny.