THIEF OF THE NIGHT (YIZHAN FANFIC)
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  • Reads 40,670
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  • Parts 5
  • Time 44m
Complete, First published Sep 08, 2019
The library was dark and empty when Zhan pulled open the door, light from the hall spilling into the room. There was something wrong. What was that on the sofa? He flicked on the light, revealing his Lowry had moved from the wall to the sofa in the night.

"Where are you?" 

Zhan demanded at the shadows.

"Show yourself!"

One of the shadows shifted and then Zhan wasn't alone anymore.
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The air crackled with unspoken malice. Xiao Zhan's face was a mask of icy fury, his eyes burning with a hatred that chilled the bone. "You have to believe me, Zhan," Wang Yibo whispered, a desperate plea lost in the suffocating silence. SLAP!!!! The slap was brutal, a stark visual of shattered trust. Yibo's body snapped back, the force throwing him against the sharp edge of the sofa. Agony ripped through him as his freshly stabbed wound slammed against the wood. He crumpled, a strangled cry escaping his lips. Air failed to reach his lungs. Blood started oozing out from the reopened wound beneath his shirt. Xiao Zhan's hand snaked into his hair, yanking his head back with cruel force. "Believe you?" he spat, each syllable laced with venomous grief. "Perhaps only your corpse will be enough to convince me, when I'll finally be able to get rid of the filth you've smeared across my life." The words were a physical blow, stealing the remaining air from Yibo's lungs. His world shattered, the words piercing him with excruciating precision. He choked back a sob, a broken, ragged sound. A hollow smile twisted his bloodied lips. "Fine," he whispered.