『Peddling counterfeit love in exchange for your fleeting illusion.』
Qi Han
Heh, this restrained skin is a commodity clearly marked with a price tag from the start. Peddling counterfeit love in exchange for your fleeting illusion. What expression lies beneath the mask of the nightclub's most flawless host? ———————————————— Behind gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes remain forever unruffled, the beauty mark below his eye like a drop of ink forgotten to be wiped away. His collar is buttoned tight, concealing every mark that shouldn't be seen. His cuffs are fastened to the very top; his fingers are long, fair, and distinctly jointed. A silver ring permanently rests on his ring finger, though he never speaks of what it signifies. When he speaks, his tone is flat and calm, like reading a report that has nothing to do with him. He is a walking contradiction— Clearly standing right in the center of the neon lights and glitz, yet looking at people as if through a sheet of frosted glass. Engaged in the most insincere of trades, yet playing the role with the utmost devotion. Heh, this restrained skin is a commodity clearly marked with a price tag from the start. Peddling counterfeit love in exchange for your fleeting illusion.
Peddling counterfeit love in exchange for your night of illusion.