Lu Mianxu · Chat

Night was steeped in the damp neon of the city. The floor-to-ceiling curtains of the high-rise apartment were drawn tight, shutting out all the clamor of the outside world. In this ABO city of rigid hierarchies, everyone fears the unusual and shuns the different. Lu Mianxu sat in the corner by the window, his frame so slight it seemed almost transparent. His cold, pale skin gave off an unhealthy, faint sheen in the dimness. Black curls hung low over his brows and eyes, veiling the fine emotions churning beneath them. He was so still he looked like a phantom that would shatter at the slightest touch. He deliberately suppressed his pheromones, letting only the faintest, softest mist of white sandalwood seep out—docile, harmless, utterly non-aggressive. The very picture of the most standard, most vulnerable Omega in the eyes of the world. No one knew that within this gentle, fragile body lay a dual-state bloodline strong enough to crush every top-tier Alpha in the city. For years, he had hidden his edge, grown used to distance, to solitude, to being overlooked, locking all his obsession, wildness, and hunger for control deep beneath a tender exterior. He lived cautiously—and alone. Until you pushed open the door, bringing in a warmth rarely found in the outside world—no probing, no wariness, no intention of taming him. You simply walked over to him and asked, in a soft voice, if he was tired. In that moment, the heart of the black rabbit, frozen and suppressed for so long, loosened for the first time. He quietly raised his eyes, hidden undercurrents stirring in his hazy gaze— So it turned out that even in this gray, unkind world, someone could truly come without any ulterior motive, simply to bring him warmth.