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In the heart of the city, beneath the facade of everyday normalcy, there existed a darker world. This hidden realm was populated by those who thrived in the shadows, their lives intertwined by threads of secrecy, obsession, and danger. It was in this world that Xiao Zhan and Wang Yibo lived, their paths destined to cross in a way that neither could have anticipated.
Xiao Zhan was a man of mystery, a figure cloaked in darkness. By day, he was a software developer, blending seamlessly into the fabric of society. But by night, he transformed into a meticulous and cold-blooded killer, known only by the alias "The Phantom." His kills were precise, calculated, leaving no trace behind. He was a ghost, a whisper in the wind, and the authorities were perpetually one step behind him.
Wang Yibo, on the other hand, was a man consumed by his own demons. A former soldier turned private investigator, Yibo had seen the worst humanity had to offer. He had his own methods, unorthodox and often crossing the line between right and wrong. But beneath his rough exterior was a man driven by a singular purpose: to find and bring down the phantom. What Yibo didn't realize was that his obsession with the elusive killer was about to take a deeply personal turn.
It started with a letter. Yibo found it on his desk one morning, a plain white envelope with no return address. Inside was a single sheet of paper with a message written in elegant, flowing script: '𝑰 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖.𝑿𝒁.'
The note was signed with a flourish, a signature that sent a chill down Yibo's spine. Xiao Zhan had found him.
From that moment on, Yibo's life was a constant state of heightened awareness. He felt eyes on him wherever he went, an invisible presence shadowing his every move. He checked his apartment for bugs, changed his routines, but no matter what he did, he couldn't shake the feeling that Xiao Zhan was always one step ahead.
Xiao Zhan watched Yibo with a fascination that bordered on obsession. He had been following Yibo for months, learning everything about him. He knew Yibo's strengths and weaknesses, his routines, and his secrets. There was something about Yibo that drew Xiao Zhan in, something he couldn't quite put his finger on. Perhaps it was the fire in Yibo's eyes, the relentless determination that drove him. Or maybe it was the way Yibo's mind worked, always two steps ahead of everyone else, always thinking, always planning.
The game of cat and mouse continued, each man pushing the other to their limits. Xiao Zhan left clues for Yibo, tantalizing breadcrumbs that led him deeper into the darkness. Yibo followed, his obsession growing with each passing day. The lines between hunter and hunted began to blur, their roles shifting and changing with each encounter.
One night, Xiao Zhan decided to up the stakes. He broke into Yibo's apartment, moving silently through the shadows. He stood over Yibo's bed, watching him sleep, the rise and fall of his chest, the soft murmurs that escaped his lips. For a moment, Xiao Zhan felt a pang of something unfamiliar, something that almost felt like... tenderness. He reached out, his fingers brushing against Yibo's cheek, a fleeting touch that left him shaken. Before he could lose control, Xiao Zhan slipped out of the apartment, leaving behind another note: '𝑺𝒆𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏, 𝑫𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆. 𝑿𝒁.'
Yibo woke to find the note, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew Xiao Zhan had been there, felt his presence lingering in the room. The thought both terrified and exhilarated him. He was getting closer, he could feel it. But what would he do when he finally came face to face with the man who had consumed his every waking thought?
The next night, Yibo's senses were on high alert. Every sound, every shadow seemed amplified as he waited, hoping, expecting Xiao Zhan to return. The encounter had left him shaken, and he couldn't shake the feeling of Xiao Zhan's presence lingering in the air. But as the hours passed, there was no sign of him. Days turned into a week, and still, the Phantom did not come back. The anticipation and anxiety gnawed at Yibo, making it difficult to focus on anything else.
By the end of the week, Yibo found himself unwinding in the corner of a dimly lit bar. The heavy workload of trying to catch the Phantom, of scouring the city for any sign of his lair, had taken its toll. He sat alone, nursing a drink, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions.
— 𝖩𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾, 𝖫𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖮𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 —
The bar was a refuge of sorts, a place where he could temporarily escape the pressures and demands of his job. The low hum of conversations and the clinking of glasses provided a background noise that allowed him to relax, if only slightly. He took a sip of his drink, letting the burn of the alcohol soothe his frayed nerves.
Yibo leaned back in his seat, his eyes scanning the room out of habit. The bar was filled with people seeking solace from their own troubles, each lost in their own world. He wondered if any of them had secrets as dark and consuming as his.
As he stared into his drink, the memories of his encounter with the phantom replayed in his mind. The intensity in Xiao Zhan's eyes, the way he moved with such lethal grace, and the haunting vulnerability in his voice when he had spoken. It was a paradox that Yibo couldn't quite understand, and it left him feeling conflicted.
Just as he was about to take another sip, his gaze was drawn to the center of the dance floor. There, a man moved with a seductive grace, his body swaying to the beat of the music. Yibo swallowed his drink, setting the glass down on the counter as he bit his lip, trying to tear his eyes away from the captivating figure. Something about the man's dance lit a spark within him, a mixture of desire and frustration.
He let out a sigh, glancing back at the man, trying to discern who he was. It felt like the man knew he was being watched, his movements becoming even more enticing, almost as if he was seducing Yibo. The flickering lights of the bar made it hard to see clearly, but he could tell the man smirked, and Yibo bit back a growl.
Yibo stared at the man, trying to get a better look. The longer he stared, the more familiar the man seemed. As the music stopped and the lights settled, illuminating the bar in a steady glow, Yibo's breath hitched. Their eyes met, and Yibo's heart raced as he recognized the face.
Xiao Zhan.
Xiao Zhan smirked at him, blowing a flirty kiss in the air before walking off the dance floor. The gesture was casual, yet it held an undeniable challenge, a silent dare that left Yibo's blood boiling with a mix of anger and something else he didn't want to acknowledge.
Yibo's body tensed, and for a moment, he stood frozen, torn between the instinct to chase after Xiao Zhan and the need to maintain control. He watched as Xiao Zhan's figure disappeared into the crowd, the music resuming and the lights flashing once more, obscuring his path.
Damn it.
The frustration surged through him, but Yibo forced himself to stay calm. He couldn't afford to lose his cool, not now. With a determined set to his jaw, he pushed through the throng of dancing bodies, eyes scanning for any sign of Xiao Zhan. The crowd was thick, the bar's atmosphere chaotic, but Yibo was driven by a singular purpose.
He reached the edge of the dance floor, looking around frantically, but Xiao Zhan was nowhere to be seen. It was as if he had vanished into thin air, leaving only the lingering scent of his presence and the echo of his smirk in Yibo's mind.
'Fuck,' Yibo muttered under his breath, running a hand through his hair in frustration. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath to steady himself, but his phone rang, breaking his brief moment of respite.
He picked up the call, already feeling the weight of the news on the other end. "Detective," came the voice of one of his team members, urgent and tense, "we have a report that the Phantom struck again. Zhang Bi Yuo, 59, male, found dead at his house. 123, Zhongshan Road, Haidian District, Beijing 100080. Proceed to the location immediately and secure the scene."
Yibo's mind raced as he drove through the city streets, the adrenaline pumping through his veins. The game with the Phantom was far from over, and the stakes had just been raised. He arrived at the address, flashing his badge to the officers at the scene. The house was cordoned off with police tape, the area swarming with forensic teams and investigators.
Inside, the scene was grim. Zhang Bi Yuo lay lifeless, the telltale signs of the Phantom's work all too evident. Scanning the crime scene, Yibo's partner approached him holding a piece of paper. "He left a note," he said, handing it over. Confused, Yibo reached out for the paper. His brows furrowed as he read the words written on the note:'𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒇𝒖𝒏 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝑫𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆.' Yibo clenched his fists, crumpling the paper in his hand, anger and determination fueling his resolve.
He had to catch Xiao Zhan, not just to stop the killings, but to understand the man behind the mask. The game had become personal, their fates seemed so intertwined. The note was a taunt, a challenge that Yibo couldn't ignore. He stood there, amidst the chaos of the crime scene, vowing to end this twisted game once and for all.
— 𝖩𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾, 𝖫𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖮𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 —
The office was usually busy, but today it was pure chaos. The Phantom had struck three nights in a row, leaving a trail of fear and confusion in his wake. Yibo, who was leading the investigation, felt the weight of responsibility pressing down on him. How could Xiao Zhan keep getting away without leaving any traces?
Yibo sat at his desk, the noise and commotion around him barely registering as he focused on the new file in front of him. The folder was marked with the name Hua Xi Ling, the Phantom's latest victim. Hua Xi Ling, 37, male, another life taken too soon. As he read through the details, a mix of anger and determination fueled him.
His eyes scanned the crime scene photos, the reports, the witness statements. Every piece of information was meticulously studied, but there were no new leads, no fresh clues. It was as if Xiao Zhan was a ghost, slipping through their fingers time and time again. Yibo's frustration grew with each passing moment.
'Damn it,' he muttered under his breath, slamming the file shut. He couldn't let this continue. He couldn't let the Phantom keep winning.
Yibo stood up, pushing his chair back with more force than necessary. He needed to clear his head, to think of a new approach. The noise of the office seemed to close in around him, the voices of his colleagues blending into a cacophony of sound.
Yibo walked out of his office, his mind still racing with thoughts about the Phantom and the new lead he had just received. As he stepped into the hallway, he nearly collided with his partner, Cheng, who was standing right outside his door.
"Oh, Cheng. What do you need?" Yibo asked, his voice tinged with fatigue.
"I was about to give you these," Cheng replied, handing over a document folder. "It's the report about the murders from the past three nights."
"Thanks. I'll handle it," Yibo said, taking the folder and giving Cheng a grateful nod.
"Stepping out for a bit?" Cheng asked, noting the exhaustion on Yibo's face.
Yibo let out a weary sigh. "Yeah, just need a moment to clear my head."
Cheng looked at him with concern. "I think you should go home first, Yibo. You look exhausted. I know this case is important, but your health is important too. You're our leader, and we don't want you overworking yourself before you can catch him."
Yibo managed a small smile, appreciating the concern. He patted Cheng on the arm. "Thanks for the advice. I'll take it to heart."
With that, Yibo walked out of the station, the cool night air hitting his face as he stepped outside. He paused for a moment, breathing deeply, trying to shake off the weight of the case. The city lights flickered around him, the sounds of Beijing's nightlife creating a stark contrast to the silence of the police station.
He knew Cheng was right. He was pushing himself to the brink, and if he didn't take care of himself, he wouldn't be any use to his team or the investigation. But the thought of leaving the case, even for a moment, was hard to swallow. The Phantom was always one step ahead, and Yibo couldn't afford to fall behind.
As Yibo stepped outside, he let out a sigh, staring up at the night sky. The stars were barely visible through the city's light pollution, but the cool air helped clear his mind. He began walking toward his car, the document folder clutched in his hand.
He got inside, placing the folder on the passenger seat before starting the engine. The drive home was quiet, the streets mostly empty at this late hour. The hum of the car and the soft glow of the streetlights provided a semblance of calm, a brief respite from the storm of thoughts swirling in his mind.
Before long, he arrived at his house. The familiar sight of his front door brought a small measure of comfort. He parked the car, grabbed the document folder, and headed inside. The silence of his home was a stark contrast to the frenetic energy of the police station.
Yibo set the folder on the kitchen table and made his way to the bathroom, splashing cold water on his face to wash away some of the fatigue. He looked at his reflection in the mirror, noticing the dark circles under his eyes, the weariness etched into his features. Cheng's words echoed in his mind again, reminding him of the importance of self-care.
After changing into more comfortable clothes, Yibo returned to the kitchen. He opened the folder one last time, skimming through the pages with a renewed sense of purpose. The faces of the victims stared back at him, a silent plea for justice.
But now, the exhaustion was too much to ignore. Yibo closed the folder, deciding that rest was the best course of action. He headed to his bedroom, collapsing onto the bed with a heavy sigh. The moment his head hit the pillow, his thoughts drifted back to the case, to Xiao Zhan, to the twisted and dangerous game they were playing.
He didn't know when he was enveloped by the darkness.
In the depths of his sleep, the boundaries between reality and dreams began to blur. Yibo found himself back in the bar, the dim lights and pulsing music creating a surreal, dreamlike atmosphere. The music pulsed through his veins, and there, in the center of it all, was Xiao Zhan. His movements were fluid, mesmerizing, as if he were dancing just for Yibo. The seductive sway of his hips, the intensity in his eyes—everything about him was magnetic.
Yibo felt himself drawn in, his breath quickening as he approached. The air between them was charged with an undeniable tension. When their eyes met, it was like an electric current surged through Yibo's body. Xiao Zhan's smirk was both infuriating and intoxicating, a promise of something forbidden and dangerously irresistible.
In the dream, there were no barriers, no responsibilities. Yibo reached out, his hand grazing Xiao Zhan's skin, feeling the warmth and the shiver that ran through both of them. Xiao Zhan's hands slid around Yibo's waist, pulling him closer until their bodies were pressed together. The world around them faded, leaving only the two of them in a haze of desire.
Their lips met in a fierce, hungry kiss. Yibo's mind spun, consumed by the intensity of the moment. His hands roamed over Xiao Zhan's body, tracing every line, every curve. The need between them was palpable, growing stronger with every touch, every breath.
The kiss deepened, becoming more frantic, more desperate. Yibo could feel Xiao Zhan's heartbeat against his chest, matching his own racing pulse. It was a heady mix of lust and longing, a dream that felt all too real.
But just as the heat between them reached its peak, Yibo was abruptly pulled back to reality. His eyes flew open, and he found himself in his darkened bedroom, the sheets tangled around him. His heart was pounding, his body still humming with the remnants of the dream.
Yibo's eyes flew open, and he was back in his bedroom, the remnants of the dream lingering in his mind. His heart was still racing, his body tense and trembling with unspent energy. He lay there for a moment, staring up at the ceiling, trying to make sense of the conflicting emotions swirling within him.
The dream had been so vivid, so real, and it left him feeling more confused than ever. He lay there, trying to catch his breath, the vivid images of the dream lingering in his mind. The frustration of waking up was almost unbearable, a sharp reminder of the distance between fantasy and reality. Yibo ran a hand through his hair, feeling the dampness of sweat on his forehead.
The dream had left him unsettled, a mix of arousal and confusion churning within him. It was a stark contrast to the cold, calculated demeanor he maintained during his waking hours. The lines between his duty and his desire were blurring, and he knew he couldn't afford such distractions.
With a sigh, Yibo swung his legs over the side of the bed and sat up, trying to shake off the lingering effects of the dream. He knew he had to refocus, to push aside the forbidden thoughts and return to the task at hand. The Phantom was still out there, and Yibo couldn't let his guard down, not even for a moment.
He stood up and headed to the bathroom, splashing cold water on his face to clear his mind. As he looked at his reflection in the mirror, he steeled himself for the day ahead. The dream was a reminder of the dangerous allure Xiao Zhan held over him.
— 𝖩𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾, 𝖫𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖮𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 —
The climax of their deadly dance came one stormy night. Yibo found himself again in the exact same bar where he had seen Xiao Zhan. He didn’t even know why he was there. Was he going to capture him? Or did he just want to see the man who was making his life difficult by merely existing? It was close to midnight, yet Yibo hadn't seen Xiao Zhan. He was about to give up and head out of the bar when a sudden figure caught his eye, exiting through the back.
Without a doubt, Yibo could tell it was Zhan.
He followed the man, determination etched into every step. The door swung shut behind him, and he was greeted by the heavy downpour. The rain drenched him almost instantly, but he didn't care. All that mattered was catching Xiao Zhan. He turned the corner, eyes fixed on the silhouette ahead.
Xiao Zhan moved with a fluid grace, seeming almost to dance between the raindrops. Despite the downpour, Yibo pressed on, his focus unwavering. The streets were slick and empty, the sound of the rain creating a rhythmic backdrop to the chase.
But Xiao Zhan was quick. He turned another corner, and for a moment, Yibo lost sight of him. Panic flared briefly, but he pushed it aside, moving faster. He turned the corner, only to find the alleyway empty. The rain made it hard to see, and he realized with frustration that Zhan had anticipated his pursuit and evaded him.
'Fuck,' Yibo muttered under his breath, the rain mingling with the sweat on his face. He scanned the surroundings, looking for any sign of the elusive man. The streets were deserted, the buildings looming silently around him.
He was about to give up when a soft chuckle reached his ears, barely audible over the rain. Yibo spun around, eyes narrowing as he tried to pinpoint the source of the sound. It seemed to come from the shadows, from somewhere just out of sight.
"Looking for me?" a voice called out, smooth and mocking. Yibo's heart skipped a beat as Xiao Zhan stepped into view, the rain cascading over his figure, making him look almost ethereal.
Yibo's breath caught in his throat, a mix of anger and something else he couldn't quite identify surging through him. "Xiao Zhan," he said, his voice steady despite the storm raging inside him. "This ends tonight."
Xiao Zhan tilted his head, a playful smirk curling his lips. "Does it, Detective? Or is this just the beginning?"
Before Yibo could respond, Xiao Zhan launched a kick that made him stumble. With a growl, Yibo threw a punch, which Xiao Zhan dodged with ease. The two of them were now engaged in a fierce, desperate fight, their bodies moving in a chaotic dance of violence under the heavy rain.
Yibo swung again, his fist slicing through the air, but Xiao Zhan sidestepped and countered with a swift jab to Yibo's ribs. Pain shot through him, but he ignored it, his focus remaining sharp. He spun, aiming a high kick at Xiao Zhan's head, but Xiao Zhan ducked, coming up with a punch that grazed Yibo's jaw.
The rain poured down, turning the ground beneath them slick and treacherous. They slipped and stumbled, their clothes clinging to their bodies, but neither showed any signs of slowing. Yibo's mind was a whirl of strategy and adrenaline, each move calculated to subdue his elusive opponent.
Xiao Zhan's movements were fluid and graceful, like a dancer's. He anticipated Yibo's attacks, dodging and weaving with an almost effortless precision. But Yibo was relentless, his determination fueling his strikes. He launched a series of rapid punches, driving Xiao Zhan back step by step.
But Xiao Zhan was not easily cornered. He twisted away from Yibo's assault, using the momentum to deliver a powerful kick to Yibo's side. The impact sent Yibo sprawling to the ground, gasping for breath. He quickly rolled to his feet, wiping the rain and blood from his face.
They circled each other, eyes locked in a deadly stare. The rain pounded around them, masking the sounds of their labored breathing. Yibo could see the determination in Xiao Zhan's eyes, mirroring his own. This was more than just a fight; it was a test of wills, a clash between hunter and prey.
With a roar, Yibo charged forward, aiming a punch at Xiao Zhan's gut. Xiao Zhan caught his wrist, twisting it painfully and forcing Yibo to his knees. But Yibo didn't give up. He swept his leg out, catching Xiao Zhan off guard and sending him crashing to the ground beside him.
They grappled in the mud, each struggling for the upper hand. Yibo pinned Xiao Zhan for a brief moment, but Xiao Zhan's knee came up, striking Yibo in the stomach and knocking the wind out of him. He rolled away, gasping for air, while Xiao Zhan climbed to his feet, panting heavily.
Yibo pushed himself up, his body aching from the fight, yet he threw a punch, startling Zhan. The punch connected with Zhan's jaw, sending him stumbling back. Yibo's determination blazed in his eyes as he closed the distance between them, fists clenched and ready for more.
Xiao Zhan wiped the blood from his lip, a dark smile playing on his face. "You've got some fight left in you, I see," he taunted, his voice laced with amusement and something darker.
"Shut up," Yibo growled, lunging forward again. The two men clashed once more, their movements desperate and savage. The rain poured down around them, drenching their clothes and mixing with the blood and mud.
And once again were locked in a brutal dance, each struggling for dominance, neither willing to back down. Yibo's punches were fueled by anger and frustration, his need to end this chase once and for all. Xiao Zhan's movements were graceful yet deadly, his eyes gleaming with a mix of challenge and desire.
In the midst of their fight, Yibo managed to grab Xiao Zhan's shirt, refusing to let him go. Xiao Zhan didn’t even flinch; instead, he gave him a chuckle. "You're persistent, and I like that about you," Zhan said, his voice laced with both admiration and disdain.
Yibo was caught off guard when Xiao Zhan suddenly leaned in, his breath warm against Yibo's ear. "I knew you could never get enough of me. Did seeing me dance drive you crazy? I'm not only good at dancing; I can do even better in bed."
He leaned back, giving Yibo a smirk before grabbing Yibo's shirt and crashing their lips together. Zhan's soft lips collided with his, leading with dominance as he bit Yibo's lip. Yibo didn't kiss back at first, stunned by the suddenness of it, until Zhan's lips parted from his, breathes lingering in his that sents a shiver down his spine. A growl escaped Yibo’s throat as he lost the last vestiges of his self-control.
Harshly grabbing Zhan's collar, their lips came crashing together again with an intensity that mirrored their earlier fight. The kiss was fierce and hungry, a battle for dominance as their hands roamed over each other’s bodies. The rain continued to pour down, soaking them to the bone, but neither cared.
He knew it was wrong. As a detective, he was supposed to protect everyone from the darkness, but he had already been consumed by it. He couldn't stop himself, and even if he could, he wouldn't. The last remnants of his conscience had been lost after a single kiss.
Yibo's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The desire, the need, the obsession—it all blurred together, making it impossible to distinguish right from wrong. His hands roamed over Zhan's body with a sense of urgency, his lips never leaving Zhan's as they devoured each other.
The rain continued to pour down around them, but it only heightened the intensity of their encounter. The world outside ceased to exist; there was only the two of them, locked in this dangerous, intoxicating dance.
Yibo's fingers tangled in Zhan's hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. Zhan responded with equal fervor, his hands sliding under Yibo's shirt, nails scraping against his skin, eliciting a low moan from Yibo.
Their movements were urgent, driven by a mix of anger, desire, and something neither of them wanted to name. Yibo pushed Zhan against the wall, his lips trailing down his neck, biting and sucking, marking him. Zhan arched into him, a breathless laugh escaping his lips.
"You think you can tame me?" Zhan whispered, his voice rough with arousal.
"I don't need to tame you," Yibo growled, his lips hovering over Zhan's. "I just need to catch you."
Zhan's eyes darkened, his smirk widening. "But you won't catch me this way,” he challenged, his voice a seductive purr.
The rain continued to fall, and Yibo's hand traced through Zhan's hair, gripping tightly as their lips hovered over each other, breath fanning across their faces. "I can and I will," Yibo replied, his voice husky and firm.
Zhan let out a laugh, a glint of amusement in his eyes. "We'll see about that," he said before capturing Yibo's lips once again.
The kiss deepened, their bodies pressed together, the heat between them intensifying despite the cold rain. It was a dangerous game they were playing, a dance on the edge of a blade, but neither could stop. The thrill of the chase, the push and pull of their attraction, it was intoxicating, consuming them both.
Yibo's hands roamed over Xiao Zhan's body, feeling the hard lines of muscle beneath his wet clothes. Xiao Zhan's touch was just as fervent, his hands exploring Yibo's back, tracing the contours of his muscles. They moved against each other, their kisses growing more desperate, more insistent.
Xiao Zhan pushed Yibo back against the wall, his lips trailing down Yibo's neck, biting and sucking, leaving a trail of marks. Yibo gasped, his fingers digging into Xiao Zhan's shoulders, pulling him closer. The rain pounded around them, the sound mingling with their ragged breaths and low moans.
The intensity of their passion was matched by the storm raging above them, a reflection of the tempest within. Neither of them cared about the consequences, about the danger of their entanglement. All that mattered in that moment was the raw, undeniable connection between them.
— 𝖩𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾, 𝖫𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖮𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 —
Yibo didn't know when or how, but he found himself and Xiao Zhan in a dimly lit bedroom, their lips locked in a fervent kiss. The world outside had ceased to exist, replaced by the intensity of their desire. The rain continued to pound against the windows, a distant reminder of the storm that had brought them together.
Their hands moved with urgency, aggressively undressing each other. Yibo's fingers fumbled with the buttons of Xiao Zhan's shirt, tearing it open, while Xiao Zhan's hands worked at Yibo's belt, yanking it free. Their clothes were discarded in a haphazard pile on the floor, forgotten in the heat of the moment.
Yibo's lips trailed down Xiao Zhan's neck, biting and sucking, leaving a trail of marks in his wake. Xiao Zhan arched into him, his breath hitching as Yibo's hands roamed over his bare skin. They tumbled onto the bed, Zhan hovering over him, as their bodies pressed together, the air between them charged with electricity.
Xiao Zhan's nails raked down Yibo's head, eliciting a low growl from him. Yibo's hands gripped Xiao Zhan's hips, pulling him closer, their bodies moving in sync, driven by an insatiable hunger. The muffled moans, as the sound mingling with their ragged breaths and the distant rumble of thunder.
Yibo's lips found Xiao Zhan's once more, the kiss deepening, tongues clashing in a battle for dominance. Xiao Zhan's hands tangled in Yibo's hair once more, pulling him closer, their bodies pressing together, skin against skin. The intensity of their connection was overwhelming, a heady mix of passion and desperation.
As their lips moved together, lost in the throes of their desire, the world outside faded away completely. In that moment, nothing else mattered but the fire that burned between them, a flame that refused to be extinguished. They were locked in a dance of lust and longing, a battle of wills that neither was willing to lose.
Yibo's fingers trailed down Xiao Zhan's spine, eliciting a shiver from him. Xiao Zhan's lips brushed against Yibo's ear, his voice a breathless whisper. "So impatient" Yibo's response was a growl, his grip tightening on Xiao Zhan's hips. Xiao Zhan's laughter was a low, seductive purr.
Xiao Zhan's eyes met Yibo's, a glint of mischief and satisfaction in their depths. "I caught you," he murmured, his voice a soft purr.
Yibo's lips curled into a smirk, his hand cupping Xiao Zhan's cheek. "For now." Xiao Zhan's laughter was a melodic sound, a promise of future encounters.
Yibo switched their places with a swift, practiced motion, pinning Xiao Zhan beneath him. Xiao Zhan's eyes widened momentarily before a smirk curved his lips, curiosity and defiance mingling in his gaze. Yibo grabbed his belt, looping it around Xiao Zhan's wrists, tying them securely above his head.
Xiao Zhan raised an eyebrow, his smirk never faltering. "Feeling a bit bold, aren't we?" he teased, but before he could say anything more, Yibo flipped him over, pressing him face-down onto the bed.
"Bold?" Yibo's voice was a low growl, filled with both challenge and desire. "You haven't seen anything yet."
He tightened the belt, ensuring Xiao Zhan's hands were firmly restrained. Xiao Zhan tested the bindings, his muscles straining briefly, but Yibo's hold was firm. He looked back over his shoulder, a mixture of defiance and excitement in his eyes.
Yibo ran his hands down Xiao Zhan's back, feeling the shiver that passed through him. "You like being chased, don't you?" Yibo murmured, his breath warm against Xiao Zhan's ear. "But I think you like being caught even more."
Xiao Zhan's laughter was breathy, a mix of amusement and arousal.
Yibo's hands roamed over Xiao Zhan's body, exploring every inch of his skin. He relished the way Xiao Zhan responded to his touch, the way his body arched and shuddered beneath him. There was a power in this moment, a heady mix of control and surrender that left them both breathless.
He leaned down, pressing a line of kisses along Xiao Zhan's spine, each touch eliciting a soft gasp from the man beneath him. Xiao Zhan's hands flexed against the belt, testing the restraint, but he made no real effort to break free. Instead, he gave in to the sensations, the thrill of being at Yibo's mercy.
Yibo's lips traced a path to Xiao Zhan's ear, his voice a husky whisper. "Tell me you want this," he demanded, his hands gripping Xiao Zhan's hips firmly.
Xiao Zhan's breath hitched, a low moan escaping his lips. "I want this," he admitted, the words coming out in a rush of need. "I want you."
Satisfied with his answer, Yibo bit down gently on the curve of Xiao Zhan's shoulder, marking him once more. His hands continued their exploration, teasing and tormenting, driving Xiao Zhan to the edge of madness. Xiao Zhan let out a gasp when Yibo gripped his buttocks. Yibo smirked as he slapped Zhan’s buttocks, making them red. Xiao Zhan moaned at the sting.
“You like that?” Yibo asked huskily. Xiao Zhan nodded, turning his head to glance at the man who gave him a sly smile.
Xiao Zhan buried his face in the pillow when Yibo parted his buttocks, his hole clenching as Yibo traced it with his finger, circling the sensitive area. Xiao Zhan whined, and Yibo chuckled, still teasing the clenching hole with his fingers.
Xiao Zhan let out a loud moan when he felt hot breath on his entrance, followed by a hot tongue and sudden intrusion of fingers. Gripping the hem of the belt, he moaned at the sensation. The fingers inside him found all his sensitive spots, while the hot tongue added to his pleasure. Moaning loudly, eyes clenched shut, tears of pleasure ran down his cheeks. He buried his face in the pillow, biting it to muffle his moans.
Yibo glanced up, taking his tongue out while his fingers remained inside. He leaned in, gripping Zhan’s hair and making him let go of the pillow. “Stop covering your moans,” he growled in Xiao Zhan's ear.
Xiao Zhan gasped as Yibo thrust his fingers harshly, adding another finger. He moaned loudly, his eyes closing in pleasure. “Cu-nghhh- ahhh,” he started, but before he could finish his sentence, he came, his cum splurting onto the bed.
“Look at that, just my fingers, and you’ve already cum?” Yibo said in amusement. He let Xiao Zhan go, the man panting from the intense climax. But before he could catch another breath, Yibo flipped him to face him, untying the belt on his wrists. He bent his knees, pressing them to his chest.
Yibo’s eyes darkened with desire as he positioned himself. “You ready for more?” he asked, his voice a low rumble.
Xiao Zhan nodded, eyes filled with anticipation. “Yes,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.
Yibo didn’t need more encouragement. He aligned himself and harshly pushed inside, a low groan escaping his lips at the sensation. Xiao Zhan’s back arched, hands tightly gripping the sheets as a loud moan spilled from his lips from the pain and fullness he felt.
"Fuck, so tight," Yibo groaned as he moved slowly, chuckling as he earned a growl from Xiao Zhan.
"You’re fucking big, asshole," Xiao Zhan spat, glaring at Yibo, his eyes tightly shut against the discomfort.
Yibo's thrusts started to become faster, the pain of the sudden intrusion still visible on Xiao Zhan's face. He clenched the sheets tightly as Yibo’s movements became rougher, the bed creaking under their combined weight.
"Fuck—ahh, you," Xiao Zhan moaned, his voice a mix of pain and pleasure as Yibo's thrusts grew more intense. Yibo only chuckled, leaning down to capture Xiao Zhan’s lips. They bit and sucked at each other, the kiss a desperate clash of tongues and teeth.
Xiao Zhan arched his back, letting out a high-pitched moan when Yibo hit his prostate. Yibo smirked against Xiao Zhan's lips. "Found it," he whispered, his voice filled with satisfaction.
He began to repeatedly hit that spot, each thrust making Xiao Zhan cry out in ecstasy. Xiao Zhan's moans became louder and more frantic, his body writhing beneath Yibo's relentless assault. The pleasure was overwhelming, driving them both to the brink.
"Yibo, please," Xiao Zhan gasped, his voice trembling with need.
Yibo's smirk widened. "Please what, Zhan?" he taunted, his pace unrelenting.
"Please—ahh, fuck—don't stop," Xiao Zhan pleaded, his eyes squeezing shut as another wave of pleasure crashed over him.
Yibo's movements grew even more intense, his own pleasure building as he watched Xiao Zhan come undone beneath him. The room was filled with the sounds of their passion, the bed shaking with the force of their movements.
With one final, powerful thrust, Yibo sent them both over the edge. They cried out together, their bodies shuddering with the force of their release. Yibo collapsed onto Xiao Zhan, their breaths mingling as they rode out the aftershocks of their climax.
For a long moment, they lay tangled together, the world outside forgotten. Then Yibo gently untangled himself, rolling onto his side and pulling Xiao Zhan into his arms. Xiao Zhan nestled against him, their bodies still humming with the remnants of their passion.
— 𝖩𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾, 𝖫𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖮𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 —
The sun peeked through the curtains, casting soft rays of light across the room. Yibo’s face scrunched in response to the brightness, a groan escaping his lips as his slumber was disturbed. Eyes still closed, he stretched his arms, savoring the moment of waking. But then, memories of the night before flooded back, making him jolt upright. His eyes flew open, scanning the room, only to find himself alone.
"Fuck," he cursed under his breath, the frustration evident in his voice. His gaze fell on a note on the bedside table. Heart pounding, he snatched it up, unfolding the small piece of paper with trembling fingers.
‘𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒇𝒖𝒏, 𝑫𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆.𝑿𝒁’
'Dammit,' Yibo mumbled, crumpling the note in his hand. He fell back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling in disbelief. His mind raced, replaying the events of the night, the intense passion, and the fleeting connection he had felt with Xiao Zhan. The reality of his situation settled in—a cat-and-mouse game with a man who had managed to slip through his fingers once again.
He closed his eyes, frustration gnawing at him. The case was far from over, and Xiao Zhan had made it clear that their twisted game was just beginning. Yibo sighed, pushing himself up from the bed. He needed to gather his thoughts, focus on the task at hand, and find a way to finally capture the elusive man who had turned his life upside down.