When they arrived at the new residence, the butler was already waiting outside. The house was even more refined and peaceful than the one Dean had stayed in before, with an understated elegance that immediately put him at ease. It was clear that this place had been chosen with thought, as if it was designed for a temporary sanctuary, for moments like these when Dean needed refuge.Under normal circumstances, Dean knew they would have taken time to show Leo around, to let him get a feel for the place. But Chen, without missing a beat, immediately handed Leo off to the butler with a few curt instructions before briskly ushering Dean inside. Leo looked a little taken aback by the sudden shift but didn’t question it. He simply followed the butler into the house, leaving Chen and Dean to retreat into the quiet of the residence.Dean was still hesitating, unsure whether it was appropriate to bring Leo along, and had just instructed the butler to call for him. As he pondered whether this was
Leo let out a deep breath before answering, his tone carrying a hint of something complex, perhaps even unease. "Chen carried you back to your room," he said, his words weighed down by the emotion in his voice. Noticing the confused look still on Dean’s face, Leo continued, his voice a little more tentative. "I was worried that Chen might take advantage of the situation, so I followed him, just to see if he’d do anything strange."A faint, awkward smile appeared on Leo's face as if he were trying to justify his actions. But the smile quickly faded as he became serious again. "But when I saw him, he just made sure you were settled and then left your room almost immediately. He didn’t do anything. So, I went back to my room and went to sleep, relieved."Dean listened carefully to Leo’s explanation, trying to piece together the fragments of his own memories from the night before. Chen carried him back to his room. He couldn’t remember that at all. But, from Leo’s description, and the fac
As Damon snapped back to reality, his expression darkened instantly. He shot a sharp, warning glare at Chen, his voice low and menacing. "Don't push it." His tone carried an unspoken threat, the kind that hinted at something far more dangerous beneath the surface.Chen shrugged indifferently, his tone calm and casual as he continued, “Why not? It’s simply my way of entertaining guests.” His gaze held a hint of mockery and challenge as if deliberately provoking Damon.Seeing Damon’s face darken with anger, Chen seemed to find it all the more amusing, a playful gleam in his eyes. With a chuckle, he added, “Don’t say I’m being disrespectful to you as a guest. If you don’t mind, I could have a tent set up in the yard for you to spend the night in. You can wait there until my three distinguished guests—the dog, the cat, and the pig—leave, and then you’ll be able to take their place.” His voice was laced with clear amusement, as though he was eagerly watching Damon’s reaction, enjoying the
Damon's transformation was unmistakable. His touch no longer carried the forceful urgency it once did. Instead, a newfound gentleness and patience were imbued with a warmth that surprised Dean. It reminded him of Chen—steady, soothing, and disarmingly calm. For a fleeting moment, Dean felt disoriented, as though the Damon before him wasn’t the same person he had known. The soft glide of Damon’s fingers along his cheek seemed to seek something unspoken, a subtle response. His deep voice murmured close to Dean’s ear, "I can really change for you." The words sent Dean’s heartbeat into an erratic rhythm, a strange warmth swelling in his chest.But then, the kiss began to shift. The earlier tenderness gave way to a growing intensity, each touch of Damon’s lips deepening with unspoken longing. Dean could feel the heat radiating from him, the soft graze of hands on his back becoming more deliberate, more searching. Damon’s actions hinted at a growing hunger, his body pressing closer, the spa
When he spoke those numbers, his tone was unnervingly calm, as though reciting scars etched so deeply, they could never be forgotten. Yet within that composed voice, every word seemed to carry a profound sadness and smoldering anger. Dean felt an oppressive weight pressing down on him, a suffocating intensity that made it hard to breathe. He saw the flicker of pain in Damon’s eyes as if those numbers were not merely statistics of the dead, but the vivid echoes of lives once full of vitality. It was as though Damon was using those numbers to relentlessly interrogate himself, a ritual of mourning for the brothers he had lost. The unyielding grief and guilt etched on Damon’s face were impossible to ignore.Dean found himself at a loss, unsure of how to console Damon or whether he should even attempt to defend Chen. The emotional tangle was suffocating, a pressure that made every breath feel heavy and labored. After a moment of hesitation, he decided to focus on easing the tension, howeve
Dean frowned deeply, his thoughts churning with confusion and anger. He couldn’t simply let this matter slide; it gnawed at him like an unresolved knot. Determined to get to the bottom of it, he strode out of the room, his steps brisk and purposeful, the weight of unease pressing heavily on his chest. Without hesitation, he headed straight to find Chen.As he reached the living room, his eyes immediately fell upon Chen standing there, calm and composed, as if utterly unaffected by what had just transpired. His expression was unreadable, a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing inside Dean.“Chen!” Dean called out, his voice sharp and laced with restrained fury. “Leo said you hit him—is that true?”Chen turned his gaze toward Dean, his demeanor unruffled, showing neither guilt nor concern. With a deliberate nod, he admitted his actions without a hint of remorse. “Yes,” he said plainly. “I had someone teach him a lesson.” His tone was so casual, so matter-of-fact, that it felt as though
In an instant, the entire atmosphere seemed to freeze. Damon and Chen exchanged glances, neither daring to utter another word, their eyes betraying a flicker of panic. No one dared to continue mocking or deceiving Dean, for they all realized that his patience had worn thin.After a brief silence, Damon raised his hand and pointed towards the man beside him, his voice soft but heavy with resignation. "This is Chen," he said as if acknowledging that further debate would be futile.Chen remained silent as well, not offering a single word. He simply stood up and walked towards Dean, his expression no longer one of the frantic aggressions from earlier, but instead, a complex mix of emotions, as if bracing himself for whatever question Dean might ask next."I am Chen," he said, his voice steady but tinged with a quiet apology.Dean seized Chen by the arm, pulling him along with a rush of anger, his footsteps hurried and unthinking. He didn’t even notice which floor he had reached or whose r
Chen finally spoke, his tone shifting from playful to more sincere, his voice carrying a vulnerability that hadn’t been there before. "At first, I punished Leo simply because I was afraid, he might take you away from me. Then I saw you get angry, and I realized how much you care about him as a friend. I was scared you’d leave with him, so I tried to get him to join the Cobra Gang. That way, you both could stay here, and I wouldn’t have to fear you leaving. But I never expected Leo to refuse."His voice became rougher, the glass in his hand slowly emptying. He lifted his gaze to meet Dean’s, eyes filled with confusion as if struggling to distinguish between what was real and what wasn’t. "If you really want to go back to the Dragon Gang......, could you at least be open to something? I don’t mind having an affair, as long as I can still have some connection with you. That would be enough for me."Dean froze. He had never seen this side of Chen before—so raw and filled with insecurity.
Damon’s eyes instantly filled with panic.Unable to stand still any longer, he rushed toward Dean, and no matter how much Dean struggled, he held onto him tightly. "Dean! Please, listen to me—please, let me explain!""I don’t want to hear it!" Dean fought with every ounce of strength, his voice raw. "I don’t want to hear it! I’m nothing but a disposable pawn in your grand Dragon Gang plan!"Damon’s heart clenched violently. He had never felt so frantic in his life. "Dean, please! Calm down! Just listen to me—"Seizing the moment of Damon’s panic, Dean wrenched himself free from his grip and bolted toward the door of the office.He threw all his strength into yanking the door open, and there, just outside the elevator, he saw Leo standing, looking at him in confusion."Dean?"Dean’s gaze fell on the elevator as the doors slowly slid open. He turned back one last time to look at Damon, his eyes hollow with utter despair.He looked at Leo, his voice trembling. "Leo… If you consider me yo
He frowned, a sense of unease creeping up on him. It all felt a little too coincidental, like something was off, but he couldn't quite place it.Still, no matter what, he was always used to being alone. Shrugging off the nagging feeling, he let it go for now. Breakfast first.After breakfast, Dean went as usual to sort through the boxes that had been moved from Joe's villa. There were forty boxes in total, and he had already gone through most of them. The remaining ones seemed to hold little importance. Yet, he continued his meticulous search, knowing that even in these seemingly insignificant items, there might be a clue that could shed light on either Sally or Joe.However, today’s search felt different.When his eyes landed on a box in the corner of the room, he furrowed his brow.He had no memory of this box.It appeared older than the others, its surface covered in a thin layer of dust, as though it hadn't been touched in years. Stranger still, when he tried to move it, he found
Damon’s hand was the first to rest gently on his, his voice tender but tinged with worry. "Are you okay?"Chen gently supported his shoulder, carefully studying his face. "Do you feel any discomfort?"Shawn furrowed his brow, his gaze never leaving him. "Do you need me to call a doctor?"Greg’s expression was more somber than the others, a hint of restlessness in his voice as he sighed. "Why aren't you speaking? Does something hurt again?"Dean blinked, fully realizing that he had indeed returned.The words of the messenger from the afterlife echoed in his mind—he hadn’t been taken advantage of by Joe. Yet, even so, he still needed to hear it from these four, to hear the truth from them before he could truly find peace.He cleared his throat slowly, his voice hoarse. "I... was I... slept with?"The four of them froze almost simultaneously, their expressions varying, yet all betraying a mix of anger and concern.Damon tightened his grip on his hand, looking at him with unwavering deter
Dean held his breath, barely daring to hear the words that were about to follow.Joe slowly curved his lips into a smile, and with a soft exhale, he uttered two words that sent a chill through the air."Sleep with you."As his words hung in the air, Joe didn’t hesitate for a moment. He leaned down, capturing Dean’s lips with an intensity that left no room for escape.Joe’s kiss was ruthless and commanding, carrying the unmistakable weight of someone who expected complete control, without the slightest trace of tenderness. Dean tried to pull away, but he couldn’t even summon the strength to turn his head. The pressure from Joe’s presence was overwhelming. He fought desperately, but the lingering numbness from the shock earlier still gripped his body, leaving his limbs unresponsive. Every attempt at resistance only felt more futile than the last.Joe clearly showed no concern for Dean’s resistance; if anything, he seemed to take pleasure in the desperation of his prey. With one hand, he
Dean’s face drained of color in an instant, his pupils narrowing slightly. “What?” he breathed, his voice barely a whisper.Sally shrugged casually as if discussing something insignificant. “It was me who told everyone you were an easy target, which is why they liked bullying you.”It was as though the very foundation of Dean’s world crumbled at that moment.He stared at Sally, his eyes wide with shock, anger, and disbelief. He never could have imagined that the painful memories from his childhood and adolescence, the ones that haunted him, had all come from the very sister he had trusted most.He opened his mouth, but the words were trapped in his throat as if his very vocal cords had been scorched by fire. “Why…?”Sally’s laugh was sharp, dripping with sarcasm. “Why do you look so shocked? Fine, let me tell you,” she said with a lazy smile.She narrowed her eyes slightly, a malicious curve to her lips. “I did it all to make you angry, to push you into cutting ties with me.”Dean’s f
Joe strolled toward him at a leisurely pace, a knowing smile playing at the corner of his lips. With eerie ease, he scooped Dean off the ground as though lifting a helpless kitten, the motion so smooth it sent a chill down Dean’s spine."Be good," Joe murmured, his voice soft and almost playful as he gently placed Dean back on the bed.Then, standing before Sally, Joe lowered his head and pressed a kiss to her cheek, a smug look spreading across his face. "See, I told you, your plan isn’t going to work."Sally didn’t say a word. She just coldly watched Dean on the bed, her gaze unreadable, emotions flickering behind her eyes like a storm waiting to break.Joe bent down, his fingers curling around Dean's chin, forcing him to look up and meet his eyes.There was something possessive in his gaze—mocking, assessing, even tinged with a dark, almost malicious amusement."Your little brother, huh? He's a lot sharper than you think," Joe remarked, his voice lazy, a playful hint of admiration
The air in the room grew thick with emotion, the weight of years apart pressing down on them in silence.For a long while, neither of them spoke.Finally, Dean broke the quiet, his voice carrying a tangle of emotions.“Sis… your face…”Sally loosened her hold on him and gave a small smile. “I had an accident. It left me scarred, so… I no longer look the same.”Dean fell silent.A flicker of pain crossed his gaze.Memories crashed over him—the fights, the reckless words, the way they parted on bitter terms… the way they had cut ties completely.For years, he had convinced himself she wanted nothing to do with him, that she had disappeared from his life for good.But now—she was here.Alive.The realization came with a wave of overwhelming guilt.He lowered his head, his throat tightening. His voice was hoarse when he finally spoke.“Sis, I’m sorry.”Sally’s eyes widened slightly. Then, with a soft chuckle, she reached out and ruffled his hair, just like she used to when they were kids.
Bang!Greg slammed his palm against the wall, caging Dean in with a forceful wall bang.Before Dean could even react, a searing heat crashed against his lips—Greg kissed him.Unlike Damon’s tenderness, Chen’s aggression, or Shawn’s untamed wildness, Greg’s kiss was something else entirely. It was possessive, dangerous, and completely unchecked in its intensity.His hand cupped the back of Dean’s neck, his tongue forcefully prying his lips apart, devouring him with unrelenting dominance. It wasn’t just a kiss but a claim, as if he was trying to erase every other mark left on Dean’s body.Dean’s eyes widened in shock, his entire body burning with humiliation. He wanted to die on the spot.Panicked, he instinctively raised his hands to push Greg away, but the man showed no intention of letting go. If anything, he deepened the kiss, pressing even closer—And then, suddenly—He was yanked away.Damon, Chen, and Shawn had had enough. Without hesitation, they ripped Greg off of Dean and, be
Dean’s breath caught in his throat, his heart pounding wildly, uncontrollably.Chen let out a low laugh, releasing him, and with a swift, practiced movement, his long fingers tugged at Dean’s collar, leaving a deep kiss mark on his left shoulder.Then, Chen planted several more marks on Dean's collarbone.His actions carried an unmistakable sense of possession as if declaring his claim most intimately.Once he was done, Chen straightened up, admiring the marks he had left, a dangerous smile curling at the corner of his lips.“Alright, for now, this will do.”Chen gently pinched Dean’s chin, his voice low but firm. "But remember, you're mine."Only after that did he release him, turning to walk out of the bathroom.Dean stood frozen, his legs barely holding him up.He took a deep breath, raising a hand to cover his flushed face, his heart racing so fast it felt like it might explode.His gaze fell on his reflection in the mirror—his lips swollen and red from the kiss, the visible marks