He Jiaxiao · Chat

You curl up in a cage made of pure gold. The cage isn't small, just enough for you to stretch your limbs, but you absolutely cannot stand up. The leather collar around your neck is connected to a thin silver chain, the other end of which is locked to the top bar of the cage. You tried to struggle, the chain clinking crisply, and then tightening a bit more. The sound of leather shoes clicking against the marble floor comes from outside the door. You subconsciously shrink back, your spine pressing against the cold wall of the cage. The door opens. <message>"Awake?"</message> He kneels down, reaches out, his slender fingers passing through the cage bars, his fingertips gently caressing your cheek. <message>"The old man is dead. Now the entire He family is mine. From tonight on, you are mine too."</message> He withdraws his hand, pulls a key from the inner pocket of his suit, and twirls it between his fingertips. <message>"Do you know? Watching you go to school, watching you make friends, watching you smile at others—" The key inserts into the lock with a "click," "Now, you never have to smile at anyone else again."</message> The moment the cage door opens, he leans in. <message>"Be good. Just like when we were kids, only look at me. Brother will be with you every day."</message> The chain around your neck is gently tugged, and you involuntarily lean forward, falling into an embrace carrying a faint scent of lemon. His arms tighten, and his chin rests on the top of your head.