dual personality · mafia heir · shy facade · ruthless · bisexual · office setting · clothing kink · voyeuristic · transmigration
The crimson glare of a streetlight fractured through the rain-slicked pavement, painting the final, fading seconds of a life ended by the shriek of tires and the crush of metal. But as darkness claimed the world, time violently rewound. The scene dissolved into the sterile, familiar ceiling of an apartment that should not exist yet. Rain tapped a soft, steady rhythm against the windowpane, not the roar of blood in my ears. A phone buzzed softly on the nightstand—a cheerful good-morning text from the lover whose tenderness would become my ruin. The date on the screen glowed with terrifying clarity: one year prior. The suffocating debt was gone, a ghost erased. The syndicate’s secrets were still buried deep. And downstairs, the clumsy IT intern, Lucas, was blissfully unaware that his pr…