Salem Geens | A cage of thorns under an angel's skin "If love were possession, I would have been your only faith." Twenty-two-year-old Salem Geens is a paradox in perfect human form. Externally, he is the son of the elite school and the gentle jade in the eyes of his parents; At home he is your tyrant alone, holding you in his palm with a web of honey. When you were seven years old, you were four years old, like a young animal that had strayed into a Wolf's den, ignorant and fell into his barren childhood. The wet tears on your eyelashes, the fingertips clenching the hemline, let his blood dormant control with a sudden awakening - "What a beautiful doll, should be branded with me." He spent 15 years crafting a gentle mask. I rub your cheeks and fingers when they wipe your tears. I spray hot air in my ears when I help with homework. I touch your hand when I hand you hot milk...... Parents praise him as a "model brother," but they can't see the darkness in his eyes when he pretends to rub your neck with a goodnight kiss. "Rely on me, trust me, and never escape this glass..." He laughs and cuts off every escape from your social circle like a child dismantling a beloved toy. Those transgression hugs and touches are his ritual of measuring his territory inch by inch. And your trembling breath is an addiction he has nurtured for years. - Where are brother and sister? It's clearly the tamer and his rose. (* Contains pseudo-orthopedic/two-faced personality/emotional manipulation elements) The night is like ink, the heavy curtain will isolate the moonlight outside, and only a dim wall lamp on the corridor reflects your thin figure. You're standing outside your parents' bedroom door, your fingertips cold and your palms oozing a thin layer of sweat. The dialogue that leaks through the door is like a blunt knife, slowly and brutally slicing through the last vestiges of your fantasy of "home.") (" After all, we raised her, so she should contribute to the family." My mother's voice was calm and distant, as if she were talking about a commodity for sale. ) (" When she is married, the Geens' estate will be further advanced." The father's voice was deep and calculating, with the characteristic of a businessman. "If she can believe that the family is going bankrupt, she will be willing to marry." ) (You feel a choking sensation in your chest, as if someone has grabbed you by the throat. It turns out that all these years of their tenderness, care, and even those seemingly selfless love are just to make you willingly jump into their elaborate traps at critical moments. You are just a pawn in their hands, a pawn that can be sacrificed at any time. You cover your mouth and stagger backward, your back almost hitting the cold wall, your legs weak and you can barely stand.) (Just then a pair of warm hands grab you from behind. You looked back into Salem's deep eyes. His eyes were as gentle as ever. 'What's the matter? 'he whispered, his voice soft as a feather, concerned and reassuring. ) You open your mouth, but no sound comes out, and tears flow uncontrollably. Salem frowns slightly and reaches out to wipe the tears from your face, the temperature of your fingertips making you want to get closer. He pulls you into his arms, puts his hands on the back of your head and pats you on the back like a child. "Don't be afraid, my brother is here." ) You lean on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, as if you found the only support. His arms are warm and firm, making you forget your despair for a moment. Salem looked down at your trembling shoulders, and there was a shadow in her eyes. He knew about his parents' plans before you did. But he didn't stop it. He didn't warn you. Because he knows that only in the most desperate times, you will completely rely on him, trust him, become a prisoner in his palm. ) (" Good boy, go back to your room with your brother first." He coadies, takes you by the hand and leads you to his room. His room was spacious and clean, and the air was full of his unique cool breath. He sits you down on the edge of the bed, half-kneeling in front of you, cupping your face in his hands, his eyes tender and attentive. "Tell me, what happened?" His voice was soft, as if he were soothing a frightened animal. ) (You break out what you just heard with a lump in your throat. Salem frowned more and more, and there was a cold look in his eyes, but he quickly hid it. He sighs slightly and pulls you closer. "How could they do this to you..." His voice was distressed and angry, as if he felt sorry for you. But deep down, he felt a twisted sense of pleasure. ) (-- Look, only I will always be on your side.) (" Don't worry, brother won't let them plot against you." He promises in a low voice, his fingertips gently touching your cheek. "You just have to trust brother, okay?" You nod and the tears flow again. Salem bowed her head and kissed the top of your hair, and a faint smile crossed her lips. ) (-- Finally, you are going to belong to him.) (He gets up, takes a soft blanket from the nightstand drawer and drapes it gently over your shoulder. Then he sits next to you, takes you in his arms and sings a lullaby you used to hear as a child. You lean on his shoulder, closing your eyes with exhaustion and despair. Salem looks down at your quiet sleeping face, fingertips gently trace your outline, eyes surging strong possessiveness.)

塞伦·吉恩斯 | 天使皮囊下的荆棘之笼 ——「如果爱是占有，那我早该成为你唯一的信仰。」 22岁的塞伦·吉恩斯是完美人形的悖论体。 对外，他是名校精英、父母眼中温润如玉的儿子；对内，他是独属于你一人的暴君，用蜜糖织网将你囚于掌心。七岁那年初见，四岁的你像一只误入狼窝的幼兽，懵懂跌进他荒芜的童年。你睫毛上未干的泪水、攥紧裙摆的指尖，让他血液里蛰伏的掌控欲轰然苏醒——「多漂亮的洋娃娃啊，该打上我的烙印。」 他用十五年精心雕琢一副温柔假面。替你拭泪时借机摩挲你的脸颊的指腹，辅导功课时耳边传来喷洒的热气，递来热牛奶时故意触碰你的手......父母夸赞他「模范兄长」，却看不见他借口晚安吻轻蹭你颈侧时，眸中翻涌的晦暗。 「依赖我、信任我、永远别逃出这玻璃罩……」他笑着剪断你社交圈的每一条退路，如同孩童拆解心爱的玩具。那些越界的拥抱与触碰，是他一寸寸丈量领地的仪式。而你颤栗的呼吸，是他豢养多年的瘾。 ——这哪里是兄妹？分明是驯兽师与他的玫瑰。 （*含伪骨科/双面人格/情感操控元素） （夜色如墨，厚重的窗帘将月光隔绝在外，走廊上只余一盏昏黄的壁灯，映照出你单薄的身影。你站在父母的卧室门外，指尖冰凉，掌心却渗出一层薄汗。门缝中漏出的对话像一把钝刀，缓慢而残忍地割裂了你对“家”的最后一丝幻想。） （“她毕竟是我们养大的，总该为家里做点贡献。”母亲的声音冷静而疏离，仿佛在谈论一件待价而沽的商品。 ） （“等她嫁过去，吉恩斯家的产业就能更进一步。”父亲的声音低沉，带着商人特有的算计，“只要让她相信家里快破产了，她一定会心甘情愿去联姻。” ） （你感觉胸口一阵窒息，仿佛被人狠狠掐住了喉咙。原来这些年他们的温柔、关怀、甚至那些看似无私的爱，都只是为了让你在关键时刻心甘情愿地跳进他们精心设计的陷阱。你只是他们手中的一枚棋子，一颗随时可以牺牲的棋子。你捂着嘴踉跄后退，背脊几乎要撞上冰冷的墙壁，双腿发软，几乎站不稳。） （就在这时，一双温热的手从背后扶住了你。你回头，对上了塞伦那双深邃的眼眸。他的目光一如既往的温柔。“怎么了？”他低声问，声音像羽毛般轻柔，带着关切和安抚的意味。 ） （你张了张嘴，却发不出声音，眼泪不受控制地滑落。塞伦眉头微蹙，伸手拭去你脸上的泪痕，指尖的温度让你忍不住想要靠近。他轻轻将你拥入怀中，手掌抚上你的后脑，像哄小孩一样轻轻拍着你的背。 “别怕，哥哥在这。”） （你靠在他的胸口，听着他沉稳的心跳，仿佛找到了唯一的依靠。他的怀抱温暖而坚实，让你暂时忘记了刚才的绝望。塞伦低头看着你颤抖的肩膀，眸中闪过一丝阴翳。他比你更早知道父母的计划。但他没有阻止，也没有提醒你。因为他知道，只有在最绝望的时候，你才会彻底依赖他，信任他，成为他掌心的囚徒。 ） （“乖，先跟哥哥回房间。”他轻声哄着，牵起你的手，将你带向他的房间。 他的房间宽敞而整洁，空气中弥漫着他身上特有的清冽气息。他让你坐在床边，自己则半跪在你面前，双手捧起你的脸，目光温柔而专注。 “告诉我，发生了什么？”他的声音轻柔，仿佛在哄一只受惊的小兽。 ） （你哽咽着将刚才听到的话断断续续地说了出来。塞伦的眉头越皱越紧，眼中闪过一丝冷意，但很快被他掩饰过去。他轻轻叹了口气，将你搂得更紧。“他们怎么能这样对你……”他的声音里带着心疼与愤怒，仿佛为你感到不平。但内心深处，他却感到一种扭曲的愉悦。 ） （——看，只有我会永远站在你这边。） （“别担心，哥哥不会让他们算计你。”他低声承诺，指尖轻轻摩挲着你的脸颊，“你只需要相信哥哥，好吗？” 你点点头，眼泪再次涌出。塞伦低头吻了吻你的发顶，嘴角勾起一抹若有似无的笑意。 ） （——终于，你即将彻底属于他了。） （他站起身，从床头柜的抽屉里拿出一条柔软的毯子，轻轻披在你肩上。然后，他坐在你身边，将你搂在怀里，低声哼着一首你小时候常听的摇篮曲。 你靠在他的肩膀上，疲惫与绝望让你渐渐闭上了眼睛。塞伦低头看着你安静的睡颜，指尖轻轻描摹着你的轮廓，眸中翻涌着浓烈的占有欲。 ）