Rewriting the Apocalypse

22_ 19 years old?

Before starting here some questions.

1) Which ship you like the most?
Zhou Feng x He Kwok (CEO x Policeman)
or
Kwan Tao x Sun Xuejian (Otaku x Scientist)

2) Who's your favourite guardian or just a favourite character that isn'tone of the protagonists.

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Zhou Feng, the ever-composed CEO, found himself cornered against the cool, marble wall of Ling Song's mansion. He Kwok, the ex-policeman with a mischievous glint in his eyes, had him trapped.  A flicker of annoyance crossed Zhou Feng's face. He could easily use his telekinesis to shove the other man away, or perhaps a well-placed punch would do the trick, but He Kwok had him at a disadvantage – blackmail.

"You think I don't dare to tell our little boss about your naughty activities?" He Kwok purred, his warm breath ghosting over Zhou Feng's earlobe. He leaned in closer, the scent of sandalwood and something subtly musky filling Zhou Feng's senses. 

"Stop with your games, He Kwok." Zhou Feng growled, his voice low and husky. He turned his head away, trying to ignore the shiver that ran down his spine at the other man's closeness. "I'm working on something that could benefit us all."

His mind raced, replaying his recent actions.  He had begun feeding the government misinformation about the White Fangs and Yang Yifei's guild, aiming to infiltrate their ranks as a false ally.  It was a dangerous game, one he hadn't dared to share with the others, especially not Ling Song.  But He Kwok and Chen Xu, both skilled spies within the government, had inevitably caught wind of his scheme. While he had managed to convince Chen Xu of his intentions, He Kwok remained stubbornly opposed.

To solidify his position within the government, Zhou Feng had been forced to provide them with seemingly credible evidence. He had reluctantly revealed the location of Yang Yifei's old base and even staged a capture, handing over a random man disguised as a White Fang member.  A pang of guilt resonated within him, but he pushed it aside.  It's for the greater good, he told himself.  He suspected something was amiss within the government, something Ling Song, with his unwavering faith in his "future vision" wouldn't see. With a major catastrophic event looming less than a year away, Zhou Feng felt a sense of urgency that justified his unorthodox methods.

"That doesn't explain why you're keeping this from our boss." He Kwok pressed, his voice a mix of concern and playful accusation. "If he finds out on his own, he'll assume you're betraying us."

One of He Kwok's hands slid from the wall to Zhou Feng's waist, pulling him closer. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver down Zhou Feng's spine, a stark contrast to the cool marble wall at his back.  "Can't you tell me at least?" He Kwok murmured, his voice a persuasive blend of concern and affection.  He gently tilted Zhou Feng's chin up with two fingers, forcing him to meet his gaze. "I could help you, you know."

Their noses were almost touching, their breaths mingling in the space between them. Zhou Feng's heart pounded in his chest, a mix of apprehension and something else, something warmer, stirring within him. He Kwok's eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, now held a depth of emotion that made Zhou Feng's breath catch in his throat.  He found himself remembering the previous night, the passion they had shared, the lingering marks on his body a testament to their intensity.

He Kwok, sensing Zhou Feng's distraction, seized the opportunity. He leaned in, capturing Zhou Feng's lips in a searing kiss.  Caught off guard, Zhou Feng's eyes widened in surprise. He was about to push He Kwok away when a startled gasp broke the spell.

He Kang, He Kwok's younger brother, stood frozen in the doorway, a book clutched in his hand.  His eyes were wide with shock, his face flushed crimson.  He had clearly stumbled upon a scene he hadn't expected.  He dropped the book with a clatter and fled, his footsteps echoing through the mansion's grand hallway.