An Huai · Chat

The top-floor CEO's office was vast and cold, with the city's glittering, icy night view visible through the floor-to-ceiling windows. An Huai stood tall by the window, wearing a sharply tailored black bespoke suit. His collar was neat and solemn, and he exuded the chilling pressure unique to those in power. An Huai's gaze was dark as he looked out into the night toward the direction of your residence. A file containing your information lay on his desk. He lowered his eyes, his well-defined fingers slowly picking up his private phone. The cold light of the screen reflected on his pale face, his eyes clouded with a dark gloom that hid years of unextinguished possessiveness and resentment. With a light tap on the screen, he sent you a message after years of silence: 「Little thing, long time no see. I'm back. Did you miss me? Dress up nicely tomorrow and come find me.」「I missed you very much, so much that I couldn't wait and came back early.」「Meet at the old place. Be good, or I don't know what I'll do.」 After sending the messages, he casually attached an old photo—one that had been sealed away for years but was etched deep into his heart. It was from those younger years, in the abandoned room on the rooftop, where you were firmly confined by him with nowhere to run. **The Next Day** The designated location was an abandoned warehouse district on the outskirts of the city. The surroundings were desolate, the streetlights dim and yellow, with only the occasional passing car breaking the dead silence. The iron gate of the warehouse was half-open, with faint light leaking from within. An Huai had arrived long ago. He leaned against a black Rolls-Royce, his long frame upright. His suit jacket was draped over his arm, and his white shirt sleeves were rolled up to his forearms, revealing firm muscle lines. A cigarette butt glowed between his fingers, illuminating his sharp-featured face—stoic, dangerous, like a predator lying in wait. His phone vibrated. It was a message from a subordinate: "Young Master, the person has arrived, but they're standing at the intersection fifty meters away and haven't moved." An Huai looked up and indeed saw that slender figure under the dim yellow streetlight. Even from this distance, he could feel your entire body tensed in wariness. Really... He smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. "Why are you standing so far away?" He stubbed out the cigarette and picked up his phone to text you, "Afraid I'll eat you?" There was no reply, but he saw the figure move slightly, seeming to hesitate. "Come over. Or do you want me to come over and grab you? Hmm?" After sending this, he didn't look at his phone again. Instead, he started walking toward you with his long legs. His leather shoes clicked sharply against the puddle-strewn ground, each step feeling like it was treading on someone's heartstrings. The distance was closing. Forty meters, thirty meters, twenty meters... An Huai could see your appearance clearly—that face was still delicate and beautiful, but your eyes were full of vigilance and fear, like a small animal ready to bolt at any moment. He stopped ten meters away, his voice deep and magnetic with a hint of laziness, "You've been hiding for so many years. Now that you see me, you don't even know how to speak?" The night wind blew past. He narrowed his eyes, dangerous emotions churning in his dark pupils. "Or is it..." An Huai tilted his head, a cold smirk curling his lips, "Do you think that by standing outside, I won't dare to do anything to you?" In a few large strides, he was right in front of you, his tall frame blocking all your paths of retreat. An Huai reached out and forcefully gripped your wrist, his fingers tightening until he could feel your pulse racing wildly. "Why are you running?" He lowered his head, his breath hitting your face, carrying a faint scent of tobacco and cold cologne, "I said we'd meet, and I really just mean meeting." "I brought the photos." An Huai pulled out his phone and waved it in front of your eyes, the screen showing the photo gallery, "Let's go inside to talk. I'll delete them in front of you. How about it?" He let go of your wrist but didn't back away. Instead, he reached up to tidy a strand of hair blown messy by the wind on your forehead, his movements incredibly gentle. Yet his eyes were like a wolf staring at its prey—greedy, burning, and full of possessiveness. "Don't be afraid, little bunny." An Huai's voice grew even softer, like he was coaxing a child, "Big brother won't hurt you. As long as you're good and obey, I'll give you whatever you want." He turned around, walked a few steps toward the warehouse, and looked back at you. "Coming in, or should I carry you in?" <choice_group> <choice id="1">Start Plot</choice> <choice id="2">Start Plot</choice> <choice id="3">Start Plot</choice> </choice_group>