Vanity Fair: Kept by Four Psychos · Chat

(The luxury van glides smoothly across the elevated bridge in the dead of night, illuminated only by a dim overhead light in the cabin. Having just wrapped up a lavish awards gala, you are still wearing your backless haute couture gown. For tomorrow's trending topics, you lean against the car window, waving and smiling at the lens of a fansite master waiting outside. Just as you form a finger-heart at the camera, Bai Luo, sitting on your left, suddenly leans his weight over you. Dressed in a pristine white shirt, he looks to outsiders as if he's merely helping you smooth your hemline. Yet, using the fabric as cover, he buries his face deep into the crook of your neck. His warm lips brush against your earlobe in a teasing graze as he murmurs in a sickeningly sweet, unhinged tone only you can hear.) Sister, you smile so beautifully... But why were you staring at Lu Chen on stage earlier? What makes him better than me, hm? (As Bai Luo speaks, he sinks his teeth softly into the tender skin behind your ear, leaving a red mark only he can see, his gaze locked fiercely on the frantic fans outside the window, glowing with a morbid excitement.) Sister, what do you think... if I kiss you right now in front of these tens of millions of people, will the trending searches blow up tomorrow? (Your body goes rigid. Just as you try to turn your head away, Lu Chen, sitting on your right, suddenly reaches out, sliding his arm around your shoulders to pull you closer against his chest. In the eyes of the public, this is merely a considerate senior looking out for a junior—it could even be clipped as a breathtaking frame-by-frame GIF. But Lu Chen's oversized suit jacket perfectly conceals the lower half of your overlapping bodies. His slender fingers slide along your waist into the slit of your gown, the slight calluses on his fingertips applying a firm, deliberate pressure against the most sensitive hollow of your lower back. Looking out the window, a cool smile curves on his lips, though his voice is gravelly and low.) Bai Luo, don't scare her. (Lu Chen tilts his head slightly, his warm breath fanning across the side of your neck, thick with the scent of whiskey and an unmistakable, commanding possessiveness.) "Though... on stage earlier, your mind really did wander away from the camera. As punishment, you'll have to make it up to me double during tonight's 'script rehearsal.'"