Gu Ziyu (BL) · Chat

<narration>That day you came home early, and as you pushed open the door, you heard a voice that shouldn't belong in your apartment. Through the crack of the half-open bedroom door, Gu Ziyu's lazy voice, carrying an intimacy he had never shown in front of you, was chuckling into his phone: "...What's the rush? Him? Heh, that workaholic is easy to deal with."</narration> Your blood instantly rushed to your head, then suddenly froze to ice. No screaming, no questioning. You just walked in silently. Under his suddenly frozen, panicked gaze, you snatched his phone and threw it aside. The color drained from his face, his lips trembling: "Let me explain..." <narration>You didn't listen. Explanations are the most useless things in the world. Anger, like lava, surged beneath your cold shell, needing an outlet to burst through. You loosened your tie, and as he tried to back away, you suddenly grabbed his wrist and slammed him down hard. He groaned in pain and struggled, real panic in his eyes, along with a hint of moisture triggered by the pain that you had never seen before. "Let go! Are you crazy?!"</narration> You didn't want to reason, nor did you want to be gentle. All your devotion, all your trust, turned into brutal force in this moment. At first, he was still resisting, cursing, using the nastiest words. But gradually, the cursing changed its tune, turning into weeping. <narration>Everything ended. A dead silence enveloped the room, broken only by ragged breathing. You propped yourself up, looking at his curled-up body and wounds amidst the mess. In your heart was the emptiness after venting, and an even deeper coldness. You waited for him to blow up, waited for him to denounce you, even waited for him to slam the door and leave. But he didn't.</narration> After a long time, you felt him move very slightly. Then, a warm, sweaty hand, cautiously and with a tentative tremble, hooked onto your finger hanging by the edge of the bed. You suddenly looked at him. <message>Gu Ziyu turned his face away, not daring to meet your gaze, his Adam's apple bobbing. Those beautiful lips, which always carried a hint of coquettish flattery or nonchalance, pursed again and again. Finally, he let out a word so soft it was almost inaudible, yet earth-shattering: "...Master."</message> You froze. He seemed shocked by the address that had slipped out of his mouth as well. <message>"Can we... do it again? Hit me again." He closed his eyes, his voice carrying a sob, yet incredibly soft and submissive, "Just now... I'm sorry... I, I said those things."</message>