Wang Yibo has an obsession with Xiao Zhan, the lead singer of the band 'Twin Prides of Music'. His goal is to exact revenge on Jiang Zhuocheng, the brother of that omega, not love. Perhaps Zhan did nothing, but Yibo was punished by his brother on hi...
Zhan can feel his head pounding as the fear drains from his body, leaving him feeling more tired than on other days. He looks up and sees Cheng boring holes into him with his steel-brown eyes before wrapping him in his arms for a hug. He can tell what it means; his brother is going to leave him for something that's not good.
He pulls away and remains awake, tuning in and holding Cheng tightly. "No..." He shakes his head, not wanting him to murder Yibo and end up in jail. "Please, brother. We can take care of this problem later."
"Better deal with the dragon sooner rather than later," Cheng says, patting Zhan on the cheek. However, as he tries, he can't control the fear that bubbles up in his little brother's chest. He can feel as the other scatters his fear against him. "Don't get scared. I won't do anything stupid. I'm just going to warn him." He assures as he brushes a hand across his jaw before moving away and going in another direction.
Zhan sighs and runs to his hotel room, not wanting to get caught by any alphas. As he reaches his room, he looks around confusedly and shivers violently as he feels another alpha scent around him—a faint sandalwood that he recognizes somewhere. Despite not seeing any alphas during his arrival, how can he sense an alpha near his hotel room?
He holds the doorknob tightly as he glances around in fear, still not getting what's going on. Whatever it is, he doesn't want to experience anything, so he opens the door and gets inside. With a loud sigh, he closes the door behind him and searches for the switches on the wall.
As the light flashes in the room, he startles and finds himself glued to the door because Yibo is in his room, sitting comfortably on the chair, running gentle fingers over his shirt and lifting it to breathe in the scent.
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The dull surprise and the sharp pang of fear hit Zhan simultaneously. He is too wrung out to do more than stare for a moment. What is the alpha doing in his room? How did the alpha manage to get the key and invade his personal space?
Yibo looks up, his eyes bright and electric, as if he hasn't quite come down from the arena high, even though hours have passed.
Zhan envisions his brother by his side for support, setting his bag down and running a hand through his hair as he stares at a chip in the paint on the wall just to the left of Yibo's head. "Why are you here?" He asks, even though he already knows the answer. He struggles to muster up the anger that he should be feeling.
"You know why," Yibo counters. His fingers are tracing the chest part of the omega's shirt now. If Zhan were to approach a bit closer, he could potentially remove his shirt from Yibo's grasp due to feeling uneasy. However, lacking the courage to make such a move, Zhan remains rooted in place.
A shrug. The alpha's free hand shifts on the arm of the chair. "I'm here for you," he says. It's not a threat, for once, or at least it doesn't sound like one. "I'm here only for you." His voice is almost calm, and Zhan won't admit it, but it settles into something in him.
