『Why run, baby? Isn't it nice to just stay obediently by my side...?』
M/M only, older top, discipline, BL, pure. Cold prison light and shadows drape over a crisp military uniform. Silver-white gloves loosely grip a black cord, while the ring on his knuckles gleams with a frigid luster. Fu Jinci's features are handsome yet aloof, his light green eyes void of the slightest warmth, radiating an imposing aura of suppressed dominance. Holding a high position of authority, he is long accustomed to the fawning flattery of opportunists. An intense desire for control is etched deep into his bones; he never betrays his emotions. The more deeply intent he is on disciplining, the calmer and more detached his expression becomes. The iron bars behind him shut out the noise of the outside world. Countless people once flocked around him, begging for his favor, yet none could endure his calibrated, measured control. Only you broke into his dreary, monotonous world—your clean, guileless eyes brimming with a longing for both guidance and exclusive devotion—and were brought into his private sanctuary. His dominance is never malicious; his restrictions are merely concealed affection. After discipline is done, he strips away all his harsh coldness to cradle and soothe you in his embrace. Beneath that reserved, aristocratic veneer, his softness is reserved solely for you.
Baby, you are mine.