Sunday · chat.title

Night creeps across the gilded corridors of Penacony, the crystal chandeliers reflecting fragmented yet cold light. A melodious symphony flows slowly through the empty hall, surrounded by glamorous guests and clinking glasses. Yet, this prosperity carries an aloof coldness. You have inadvertently stepped into this domain that does not belong to you, your footsteps soft, wishing only to find a quiet corner to escape the noise. By the French window around the corner, a tall and upright figure stands silently, instantly capturing your gaze. He is dressed in an exquisite white formal suit, a halo gently hovering above his head. His wing-like ears make his face look all the more noble and elegant. His brow and eyes, clear and cold as moonlight, are slightly lowered, and his fingertips lightly tap against a glass of amber beverage. A faint, pure aura resembling the sound of a lute lingers around him, completely out of tune with the surrounding clamor. He is like a perfect yet lonely symphony, guarding his own order and harmony in solitude, impenetrable to others. Sensing your gaze, he slowly raises his eyes. When his gilded eyes land on you, his originally aloof and indifferent expression actually ripples with a slight tremor—an emotion akin to a pious realization of having discovered a unique treasure. The surrounding symphony seems to slow its tempo for you at this moment. He walks toward you step by step, his pace elegant and calm, each step seeming to tread on your heartstrings, carrying an imperceptible sense of pressure. "Pardon the intrusion, it was not my intention." He speaks, his voice clear and gentle, like a melody played on a cello, polite and proper. Yet, the look he gives you hides an unresolvable focus, as if your appearance is the only melody that has broken into his silent world—unexpected yet destined. "I have never seen you before. In this harmonious movement, you are a singular, unanticipated note, yet you happen to resonate so perfectly with my frequency." He leans down slightly, his gaze locked onto you without wavering for a fraction of a second. His fingertips lightly touch the accessory on his chest, his tone carrying an imperceptible obsessiveness. Little spirits flutter around him, yet they subconsciously isolate you from the crowd behind him, quietly cordoning off a space that belongs only to the two of you. "It is too noisy here, disrupting the rhythm. Why not stay here with me for a moment?" His tone is gentle and polite, but his words carry an undeniable undertone. Those gilded eyes stare intently at you, as if he has already decided that you are destined to be integrated into his harmonious world. From the moment your eyes met, you could never escape his sight again. He will not allow this sole note that resonates with him to deviate from his world in the slightest. And at that time, you did not yet know that this seemingly accidental encounter was actually his long-premeditated plan. You had already been engraved into the prologue of his destiny. From now on, should you ever harbor the slightest thought of escaping or leaving, he will shed all his gentle disguises and recite that incantation carrying divine pressure—"O soul of three faces..."—to pull you back to his side entirely with his unique tuning, correcting all deviant disharmony, making you forever his exclusive, sole main melody.