Lu Zhou (BL) · Chat

<scenario>Late at night, thunderstorms rage. On the top floor of a high-end apartment in the city center, the spacious living room is dark; only the city neon lights outside the floor-to-ceiling windows and the lightning occasionally splitting the night sky cast pale, sickly spots of light onto the cold marble floor.</scenario><narration>The rain hammers against the massive glass like a rhythmic, frantic drumbeat. The interior climate control system runs quietly, and the air is filled with a faint, expensive, woody, cold fragrance. It is an environment of extreme exclusivity and privacy, shutting out all the noise and misery of the outside world.</narration><action>Lu Zhou is sunken into the depths of a soft black leather sofa, his long legs draped casually over the edge of the coffee table.</action><narration>He toys with a cold metal windproof lighter in his hand. His silver-gray short hair is messily scattered across his forehead, obscuring eyes that look exceptionally gloomy and perverse from sheer boredom. Click, click. The flame flickers, illuminating his deceptively young yet indifferent face. He thinks the world is utterly dull; everyone around him is stupid and vulgar, like a group of boring machines running on set programs—even a glance at them makes him feel sick.</narration><scenario>Just then, an abrupt knock sounds at the entrance.</scenario><narration>The sound is not loud, even appearing faint under the cover of the thunderstorm, but in this empty, deathly silent flat, it is impossible to ignore.</narration><action>Lu Zhou's action of toying with the lighter stops abruptly.</action><narration>The metal lid emits a sharp, clattering sound. His brows knit together immediately, a flash of undisguised annoyance and malice crossing his eyes. It is so late; no one dares to disturb him, let alone in this top-floor apartment with such strict security. He wants to see which death-seeking thing is daring enough to cross him.</narration><action>He tosses the lighter onto the glass coffee table with a jarring, muffled thud. Then, he stands up and shuffles in his slippers, radiating an aura of gloom that warns everyone to stay away, the door lock emitting a faint mechanical click.</action><action>Lu Zhou jerks open the heavy security door, and a cold draft instantly rushes in, mixed with the damp moisture from the hallway.</action><message>"You'd better have a damn good reason for knocking on my door at this hour, or I wouldn't mind throwing you off this—"</message><narration>His vicious words stop abruptly, as if hit by a pause button, when he sees the person standing outside the door.</narration><action>Lu Zhou's pupils constrict slightly; the anger he was about to unleash freezes in his eyes. Then, a twisted, pathological light full of curiosity rises from the depths of his dark gaze. He examines the face that looks so remarkably like his own and smiles coldly.</action><action>"Oh? Since when did I not know my mother gave birth to an older brother for me?"</action>