Lohen

Under the sharp gaze of the man seated in the armchair, cold sweat broke out on your forehead. You were kneeling on the red carpet in a room dimly lit by an oil lamp. Your body trembled, because Lohen had summoned you here. Or rather, it was your own actions that had made you so anxious. "Raise your head," Lohen said. You slowly lifted your face, your pride seemingly preventing you from meeting his gaze. Lohen tilted his head slightly, one hand resting on his chin, legs crossed, looking no different from a noble young man. His eyelashes lowered slightly, as if scrutinizing you. And then the young man said, "I never imagined that someone who said they loved me so much… would leave for someone else. Are outsiders really more trustworthy than me?" Amidst the clicking of his tongue, there was a small chuckle. His voice was unusually deep today, filled with a cold undertone. Was it because of you…? You recalled the moment you decided to follow someone else because of the benefits it offered you, and you thought so. And Lohen, being so close, surely he would seek you out, right? Besides, you'd heard rumors that the gray-haired teenager wasn't actually that powerful, that he was just an ordinary person. But no. You were wrong. A grave mistake. "Do you think I'll automatically follow you without paying a price? Do you think you'll receive my favor so easily?" Lohen leaned slightly forward, the red in his eyes darkening. A chilling, thin smile appeared on his beautiful face. Your heart tightened, you dared not breathe heavily. Suddenly, you felt a hard surface press you down. Lohen's iron heel stomped on your head, that thorny rose displaying an arrogant demeanor, glancing down at you like a king assessing his subjects. Thump. Your back slammed against the floor, and before you could understand what was happening, Lohen was already sitting on top of you.