Two days ago in the mansion
Orian was alone in the house. Even though the servants were there, they were all busy with their work.
Orian didn’t have anyone to talk to or anything to do, so he just wandered around the whole mansion. When he got bored, he decided to sneak out without telling anyone.
This was the first ti he had ever done sothing like this. He thought about it more than a hundred tis before finally gathering the courage to leave.
As soon as he stepped out and started walking, he thought it would be fine to go a little further since he wanted to experience what it felt like to walk alone. But suddenly, he bumped into soone standing in his path.
"Ugh... Sorry."
When Orian looked up at the person, he froze. The man also glanced at Orian, montarily distracted from his phone.
The man was dressed in a traditional Hanfu made of black fabric with intricate silver embroidery.
The Hanfu had a long, flowing skirt, a white collar, and long, loose sleeves. A black belt cinched the vest, and the embroidery featured delicate silver flowers.
His platinum lavender hair was long, silky, and His eyes, a striking Caribbean color, had a mysterious, forest-like depth.
With milky white skin, a tall fra, a sharp jawline, and a handso face, he was srizing—like a figure from a painting. In one hand, he held a black fan adorned with a white rain-like pattern.
Looking at his appearance, Orian couldn’t help but think the man was both beautiful and handso.
"Yes?" the man gently asked.
"I’m sorry, sir, for bumping into you," Orian apologized.
The man’s eyes widened slightly in surprise upon seeing Orian. He glanced around, his gaze scanning every corner to check if anyone else was present.
"By any chance, are you walking alone?"
"Yes, it’s my first ti walking alone like this. And you know, it feels so nice—I feel so fresh!"
Orian’s face was bright, his smile innocent, but the man maintained a polite, professional smile while discreetly observing Orian from head to toe.
"I think luck is on my side today," the man muttered.
Orian didn’t understand what he ant and tilted his head in confusion. Just then, the man swiftly covered Orian’s mouth and tapped a spot on his neck, making him unconscious.
The man Orian had just t was no ordinary person. He was the most famous assassin from the dark guild—known as Dark yer. Until now, yer had killed countless people.
If he received a contract, it didn’t matter whether the target was an Alpha, Oga, or even the king of a pack—he would complete the job without hesitation. His starting rate for an assassination was 100 billion.
Soone had offered yer 8000 billion to kill Orian, claiming they wanted to ruin the four brothers connected to him. Everyone knew Orian was their mate, and by killing him, those brothers would suffer deeply.
Ironically, just as yer was planning how to kidnap Orian, the boy appeared before him on his own. It truly felt like luck was on his side.
And so, unaware of anything, Orian was kidnapped. But who knew what would happen next?
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After a while, when Orian slowly opened his eyes, they felt itchy. He blinked a few tis before his vision cleared. He found himself lying on a bed in a room. A shackle was fastened around his ankle.
Fear gripped Orian’s heart as he tried to move. Attempting to crawl off the bed with the shackle still on, he failed.
Glancing around, Orian realized the room resembled a traditional setting like those he had seen in movies or read about in books.
It was entirely different from the modern room he was used to. There were so many unfamiliar things—it was both shocking and terrifying.
In that mont, Orian understood that the man he had bumped into had kidnapped him. Stepping out of the mansion had been the biggest mistake of his life.
Orian’s body started trembling—this was the first ti he found himself in such a situation. He didn’t know what to do. His eyes watered, but he held back his tears.
Just then, the door creaked open. Startled, Orian looked up and saw the man—yer—standing there, holding his fan. Dressed in his regal attire, yer looked like a king from ancient tis.
"Oh, my dear Orian, you’re awake," yer said with a faint smile.
Seeing yer, Orian trembled even more and instinctively moved backward.
"Please, let go... I don’t have any money... Please don’t do anything to ," Orian pleaded, his voice shaking.
yer stepped closer and sat down on the bed beside Orian.
As soon as yer sat, Orian flinched and tried to move further away. However, yer swiftly wrapped an arm around Orian’s waist, pulling him closer.
"Why are you moving away from ? It’s not like I’m going to bite you. Well, unless you try to seduce —that might be a different case," yer teased.
He tightened his grip on Orian’s waist, his fingers lightly brushing Orian’s cheek.
"Ugh... Don’t touch !" Orian protested, trying to push yer away, but it was useless. yer was far stronger—an elite assassin feared even by Alphas. For an Oga like Orian, resisting was impossible.
When Orian was pushing yer away from himself, suddenly yer pounced on Orian, making him lie down on his back and coming on top of him.
Orian’s heart was pounding as he beca more scared. When yer ca on top of him, Orian felt a large, strong body pressing against him. Suddenly, Orian flinched.
"Ughh."
yer had taken Orian’s earlobe between his teeth and was moving and licking his tongue on it.
"Nnnnngh~~"
"Mmmgh~~"
As yer heard Orian’s moans, he quickly glanced at Orian and saw his flustered and hot face. Orian was feeling everything when yer was touching his earlobe.
Seeing that, yer smirked and suddenly bit down on the earlobe, starting to suck and kiss it while stroking Orian’s head with his other hand to comfort him so he wouldn’t feel scared..
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Note : i have uploaded orian’s and yer’s character image now.
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