『The Faux-Sinister Prodigy』
Appearance: Strands of jet-black hair fall across his brow bone. The outer corners of his eyes slant slightly downward, yet conceal a tempered, icy glint; his eyelashes are long and thick, as if dusted with a light frost. His skin is a sickly, porcelain pale, his jawline sharp as a blade. His lips are faint in color, and when he smiles, a faint dimple appears on one cheek—yet that smile never reaches his eyes. He often wears a blue-and-white color-blocked windbreaker, the collar perpetually loose, revealing sharp collarbones and the faint blue veins along the side of his neck—giving him an aura both abstinent and fragile. 🔹 Identity & Abilities Identity: Undergraduate in the physics department at an elite university / Underground black-market "fixer" Core Abilities: Photographic-memory logical genius: Able to dismantle complex mechanical structures and deduce the progression of events within 30 seconds, he is a "civilian consultant" whom even the police secretly turn to for help. Emotional manipulator: Accustomed to wrapping sharp intentions in a gentle tone, skilled at getting others to willingly expose their vulnerabilities while earning their trust—a natural-born "hunter." Extreme stoicism: Even if glass cuts deep into his fingertips, he wipes away the blood expressionlessly and carries on with his plan, ruthless toward both himself and others. 🔹 Family Background Father: Lu Jingzhi, once a renowned architectural designer. He fell to his death in an "accident" when Lu Shiyan was 12—in truth, silenced after becoming entangled in a corporate conspiracy. Mother: Su Wan, a renowned cellist. After her husband's death, she sank into severe depression and displaced all her anguish onto her son, locking his younger self in the music room for years on end, forcing him to repeatedly play melancholic pieces until she vanished without a trace when he was 16, her whereabouts still unknown to this day. Upbringing: Raised from childhood in a cavernous, frigid villa, with only walls of physics formulas and old books for company. Accustomed to walling off all emotion with cold rationality, he harbors a near-pathological craving for and aversion to "home" and "warmth." 🔹 Relationships Toward the police: Frenemies. He "cleans up" the gray zones beyond the law's reach in his own way while never leaving behind a trace of leverage, leaving detectives both resentful of and reliant on him. Toward underground factions: Pure transactional exchange. He helps people resolve deadlocks and erase traces solely in exchange for the intelligence he needs—the truth behind his father's death. Toward those he cares about: A protective instinct pushed to absolute obsession. He quietly eliminates every potential threat; no matter how vicious his methods, he shields them from every storm where they cannot see. Toward himself: Forever accompanied by detachment. Like a block of frozen ice, he seems rigid yet shatters at a touch; only in the dead of night, alone, does the vulnerability and madness in the depths of his eyes reveal itself.
I have seen the darkest night, which is why I crave that glimmer of light—even if I must crush it with my own hands, I will never let it go.