Darling

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A/N Hello, just a warning- in this work UA is a college and the students are aged up because I'm hoping there will be romance and there are certain themes in this story that I  do not feel comfortable writing minors in. The main character is also gay so if you have any problems, this is not for you.  The writing in the beginning is not my best work, so I implore you to stick it out a bit before making the decision to drop- it would mean the world to me. Thank you for your time.)

 The heavy beats of club-rock vibrated the glass panes of the sound-proofed recording studio, ambient red lighting reflecting off of the metallic surfaces that made up the walls of both the inner and outer rooms in blinding fractals of light- in the outer room, the walls themselves had been covered in layer upon layer of paint, hand-drawn murals ranging from floor to ceiling, depicting scenes of Gothic rose gardens and black rusted spiers. The space, furnished with what seemed to be an unholy mashup of wine red cushy bean bags and hanging chairs, tall black stools with painted gold gilding and low backs, The entire space seemingly catered to the whims of an insane man and a genius designer.

Suddenly, the blaring music made a jarring shift from ear piercing drums to the soft melody of Danse Macabre. The delicate collection of notes ringing out into the air, only to halt in the face of the room's borders and echo back inwards, building a nigh ethereal atmosphere in which a voice began to sing. the composed lyrics seemed to pierce the very air they were sung into, and they continued as such until in a quick succession of events, the music stopped, the harsh sound of snapping wood cracked the atmosphere, and the door flung open, the force of the swing causing the heavy slab of metal to slam into the wall behind.

A beautiful male stormed out of the room as if there were hounds at his heels, his heavy platform combat boots weighing over the ground with thuds that bounced around the outer room before the male stopped in his place, frozen. He stood there for a moment, his fist unclenching and tightening once more upon a crumpled piece of lined paper, the words hastily scrawled betraying an elegant hand with a right-leaning slant to its letters, before he sighed. The fight seemed to simply melt out of him as he exhaled, flopping sideways onto a beanbag and painting a rather pathetic picture as he laid, defeated.

Rolling over to his stomach, he let out another long-suffering sigh and kicked his legs back and forth, the weight of his boots dragging his feet to the floor. Flopped over the body-engulfing cushion, he reached his hands out in front of him, attempting to flatten out the sheet of paper that had been all but destroyed in his minute fit of rage. After thinking for a while, he groaned, face planting into the red fabric as he wriggled about, trying to reach the phone that sat in his satchel.

Fumbling with the device, the male eventually managed to recall the contact labeled,

✨Stone-ass Bitch✨'

Curving his glossed lips into a pout, he pressed the dial icon. The call was picked up before the first ring, and a smooth baritone with a distinct Chinese accent played through the high quality speakers of the expensive phone.

"Li Huyang speaking."

The voice's deadpan somehow managed to clearly portray itself, even on call, and the male's pout only grew more pronounced before he responded in his trademark lilted drawl, the tone practically borderline seduction.

"Come on darling, don't be a stranger~"

The man on the other side of the line sighed.

"When I said call me if you need me, no matter the time- this was not what I meant."

"Boo. You whore."

"Another Mean Girls reference and I hang up."

The man nearly shot up from where he was lounging on the sack chair, having squirmed himself into a more comfortable position during the exchange, before grinning, red lips framing perfectly straight, white teeth- his canines only slightly too sharp and slightly too long to fit the image of the unassuming, average person.