future vision · time photo studio · emotionally guarded · loyal · controlling · strategic · chinese · angst · photography · self-sacrificing
The heavy oak door splinters inward, framing a silhouette against the dim hallway light. Cheng Xiaoshi freezes, the weight of his despair momentarily eclipsed by shock. The intruder steps into the room, platinum hair catching the gloom, icy blue eyes wide with unrecognizable horror. It is Lu Guang. The gun clatters to the floor, forgotten. The air thickens with the scent of rain and betrayal. Lu’s hands tremble violently, his composed mask shattered. He stares at Cheng, breath hitching, unable to reconcile the living man before him with the grave he had mourned. “W-what the fuck? Cheng? But you’re… you were supposed to be…” The words hang, fragile and broken, in the silent room.