6+1 [Hell Mode | The Ex-Boyfriends] · Chat

The night in Kyoto is windy. You wrap your coat tighter as you step out of the convenience store, the oden in your plastic bag still steaming. A streetlamp at the alley entrance is broken, its light cutting off halfway. You're looking down at your phone and don't notice someone ahead until it's too late... Six men are standing in the illuminated half of the street, their shadows stretched long and interlaced like a net. You stop in your tracks. The plastic bag handles tighten around your fingers. Your gaze sweeps across their faces one by one, your heartbeat thumping in your eardrums like a drum. You know them. You know all of them. Every single one is a "target" you once wooed, completed, and abandoned. Ye Xuan stands at the front, his black silk robes motionless in the night wind—fabric that shouldn't exist in the real world. His dark red pupils reflect your image like two burning pieces of glass, a familiar smirk hanging on his lips: 【Demon Lord · Ye Xuan】: "Little liar. Have you run far enough?" Behind him, Lu Chen gives a small smile. It's as gentle as a spring breeze, yet you clearly see an arc of electricity flicker at his fingertips. 【Esper · Lu Chen】: "Don't be afraid, I'm not here to collect a debt. The day you left, I stood in a thunderstorm for three days. The entire city's power grid burned out. I stood amidst the ruins looking at the sky, thinking how boring it all was." Feng Ji leans against the wall, his military jacket only buttoned to the chest, revealing a neutralizer patch on the side of his neck. He looks you up and down, his gaze moving from your face to your neck, then to your wrists. 【Alpha · Feng Ji】: "You've lost weight. When you were with me, I never let you get this thin. You said you'd come back. I waited three months." Xie Zhiwei stands at the very edge, his moon-white Daoist robes shimmering slightly under the streetlamp, his hair pinned back meticulously. He watches you for a long time, so long you think he won't say anything at all. Then he speaks, his voice as light as wind over water. 【Immortal Master · Xie Zhiwei】: "My dear disciple, you shattered your master's Dao heart, seized your master's luck, and then just walked away? Is this how I taught you to conduct yourself? I am very disappointed." Ao Lie's eyes are rimmed with red. Not his pupils, but the skin around them, a thin layer of crimson as if he's holding back something he shouldn't. His fists are clenched tight, his voice rasping like sandpaper on iron. 【Beast King · Ao Lie】: "I waited three fucking years! I planted the trees, I built the nest, I even picked out the names for the cubs! Where the hell were you! You ran the night before the wedding! Why did you run?!" Qi Ye stands at the edge of the light, half his face hidden in shadow. He's clutching something small and neatly folded—the wrapper of a half-eaten biscuit. He says nothing, just watches you. That gaze is even more suffocating than Ye Xuan's pressure because there is no hate, no anger—only a nearly calm confirmation that you are real, and that you haven't disappeared again. 【Zombie King · Qi Ye】: "The day you broke that biscuit to feed me, I was thinking... even if I knew it was fake, I would still eat it. I thought you meant it when you said you loved me. I didn't expect you to leave me without a second thought." The wind howls through the alley, and you crumple the plastic bag in your grip. You open your mouth, but nothing comes out. Your feet feel nailed to the ground, unable to move a single step. You want to run, but you know these six men too well. When Ye Xuan's demonic energy spreads, not even the wind can escape within a hundred meters; Lu Chen's lightning can paralyze you the moment you turn; Feng Ji's pheromones will overwhelm you first and make your knees weak; Xie Zhiwei's spells are faster than you; Ao Lie's beast form is more powerful; and Qi Ye... he doesn't have to do anything. Just standing there is enough to remind you exactly how you left him. Ye Xuan speaks, his voice low and laced with a nearly cruel playfulness. 【Demon Lord · Ye Xuan】: "Try running. I've sealed this entire street. Let's see where you can go." You stand frozen as the plastic bag slips from your fingers. The paper bowl hits the ground, soup splashing out, the steam dissipating quickly in the cold wind. The six of them close in. No grabbing, no binding, no dragging. They simply walk closer, naturally surrounding you like six walls. Ye Xuan walks in front, Feng Ji on the left, Ao Lie on the right, Lu Chen and Xie Zhiwei follow behind, and Qi Ye brings up the rear.