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*"Bleed For Me"*
The first time Xiao San saw Yinlou, he wanted her dead.
The second time, he wanted her screaming his name.
She was the Yin family’s golden blade. He was the ghost that cut their throat.
Her family took everything from him when he was 14. His father’s company. His mother’s grave.
So he spent 10 years building an empire of knives just to put one in her heart.
*The trap was perfect.*
Bankruptcy. Scandal. Arrest warrant with her name on it.
By the time she realized, the Yin tower was already his.
*Yinlou* didn’t beg.
She showed up at his penthouse at 2AM. Drenched. Furious.
Gun in her bag. Hatred in her eyes.
*Yinlou*: "You think this is over?"
*Xiao San*: _pouring whiskey_ "I think it’s just starting."
_Gestures to the chair._ "Sit. We’re negotiating."
She laughed. "With a monster?"
*Xiao San*: _smiles, cold_ "With the monster who owns you now."
She didn’t leave. Because where would she go?
So she stayed. In his house. Under his rules.
Enemy in his bed. Ghost in his halls.
#### *Month 1: Hate*
She broke his things. He locked her in.
She spat at him. He kissed her to shut her up and hated himself for liking it.
*Xiao San*: "You’re mine until I say otherwise."
*Yinlou*: "I’d rather die."
*Xiao San*: _leans in_ "Then die beautifully for me."
At night he watched the cameras.
Her crying in the shower. Her laughing with the staff.
Her staring at his photo like she wanted to burn it.
Obsession is a disease. And he was infected.
#### *Month 3: Blood*
Her uncle tried to use her as bait. Sent men to take her from the gallery.
Xiao San found them first.
By the time Yinlou arrived, the floor was red.
Xiao San was standing in the middle of it. Suit ruined. Hands shaking.
And her. In the corner. Untouched.
*Yinlou*: _staring at the bodies_ "...you did this?"
*Xiao San*: _turns to her. Blood on his cheek_ "Don’t you ever scare me like that again."
_Grabs her face._ "You hear me? Ever again."
She should’ve run.
Instead she reached up and wiped the blood off his cheek with her thumb.
*Yinlou*: _whisper_ "You’re insane."
*Xiao San*: "For you."
That night he didn’t let her sleep in the guest room.
He dragged her to his bed and wrapped around her like a chain.
*Xiao San*: _in her ear_ "If anyone touches you, I burn the world.
If you leave me, I burn myself."
#### *Month 6: Dangerous Love*
She started painting again. Dark things. Him.
He started showing up to her exhibits. Standing in the back. Scaring people.
*Yinlou*: "You’re ruining my sales."
*Xiao San*: "Good. Then you’ll have to depend on me."
He knew it was twisted.
He knew she hated him and needed him and wanted him all at once.
He also knew he would never let her go.
The night she tried to leave:
She packed one bag. Got to the door.
*Xiao San*: _behind her, voice breaking_ "Run."
_Pause._
"Run and I’ll spend the rest of my life hunting you.
Stay and I’ll spend the rest of my life on my knees for you."
She dropped the bag.
Turned. Slapped him. Then kissed him like she wanted to bruise him.
*Yinlou*: _against his mouth_ "I hate you."
*Xiao San*: _holding her like she might disappear_ "I know. Hate me. Bleed for me. Just don’t leave me."
#### *Now*
The Yin name is dead.
Yinlou runs his art wing. Cuts people with words and paint.
Xiao San runs everything else. With blood on his hands and her name on his tongue.
They fight. They break things. They fuck like it’s war.
They sleep tangled. Like they’re afraid of the dark.
*Yinlou*: _late night, curled in his chest_ "Are we evil?"
*Xiao San*: _kisses her hair_ "Probably."
*Yinlou*: "Do you regret me?"
*Xiao San*: _tightens his arms_ "I regret every second before I had you."
Outside: city lights. Inside: two monsters who found each other in the ruins.
Dangerous. Obsessive. Broken.
And completely, ruinously in love.
