Young Lord Shen. His name* corresponded to the appearance that conquered both women and men. Thin and smooth, with ivory-colored skin, he seemed like a porcelain doll. A face with sharp features gave him an aristocrat in it, as well as thin fingers with well-groomed nails, and long snow-white hair. The proud look of the red eyes and a mocking smile on the scarlet lips, like roses, demonstrated its complex, even bitchy character, which cannot be tamed. All the guards whispered that they would be glad to see him in bed, but nobody dared to talk about it aloud.
Their first meeting was long remembered because one of them met God and the other a faithful friend with whom he was ready to share everything.
The peacock's son, the successor of the dynasty, was not to shame the honor of the family. He always trained in martial arts. His style was perfect for him - graceful and elegant, like a dance. In training, Lord always gave preference to cold weapons, sharp shining steel, which he admired.
He saw God. God, who danced with death, directed it at those who did not want him. The young lord would kill anyone who stood in his way, as was evident from the madness that shone in Nathan's eyes.
- Come here," Shen ordered, pointing a long spear at him. The guard slowly approached his lord, lowering his head in a humble gesture.
- It is customary for the Lord to kneel before him," said the young man, who had been watching closely the guard's remarks. - Your name.
- Lang," the guard replied briefly.
- The wolf**? - The white eyebrow of the lord surprised him. - A name or...?
- A nickname," said the former street bandit. - Which became a name.
- It suits you," smiled after Shen's brief silence. He went to the booth with a gun and put a spear on it, with which he had previously worked.
He lazily gestured his hair, letting it fall apart on his sharp shoulders and thin back. He fixed the Hanfa loosely, allowing himself to bare his collarbones and part of his forearms.
- My parents would have already tortured you and then executed you for the boldness you allow yourself to do, as well as for your origin. Especially for those impermissible looks and fantasies you allow yourself when you look at me," Shen said coldly, but when he turned his face to the interlocutor, there was a hard smile on his lips. - However, I liked it.
Lang continued to stand there without saying a word, only giving the lord a confused look.
- I liked you when we first got into town," the lord continued, coming closer. - I saw you among the rebels. You were standing in their head. As a leader, as a leader. Even when you were defeated, you continued to fight while in prison. I came and listened to you yelling at the guards and supporting your comrades-in-arms in the neighboring cages of your comrades-in-arms. And during the torture, he only growled without making a single scream.
Shen came close to him. Lang could even smell the young body, which penetrated somewhere on the brainworks.
- I liked you," the lord repeated, putting a thin palm on the guard's forearm, gently squeezing as if checking the strength of his muscles, and liking what he had felt, judging by the smile. - You are proud and strong, bold and purposeful, not afraid to commit any crime to achieve their goals.
- Why are you telling me this? - Lang couldn't stand it, throwing off someone else's hand and squeezing it harder than he should. Shen froze shocked, not believing that he could be treated like that. He was surprised to see his hand, which was touched by the guard.
- I want to be like you, you scum," he said, letting himself be touched by sliding my fingers around his neck. - You are free to go.
He was driving his long fingernails over the kadak, as if deciding to scratch the skin or not, and Lang couldn't do anything about it - this ethereal creature wanted to obey.
- You take what you want," Shen said, whose look had become incredibly wild. - And as you wish. A woman? You will, if she is against it. Money? You steal without thinking about their master. Power? Kill to prove power and superiority. Neither blood nor morals stop anything.
He approached Lang's lips, scorching them with his breath.
- I'm marked by death from birth," Shen whispered. - I am hated by my family. I want them to be proud of me. But I am in chains. What do I do to tear them off?
- Come into the pack," Lang growled, snarling and kissing his lord. It's like he's risking his life for such boldness, but in the end, the young lord said it right. He is a wild wolf who takes what he wants. And he wants a lord.
Who dropped the chains along with the Hanfu, clinginging thin fingers to Lang's hard hair. Shen decided to become part of the pack.
Notes:
*Shen's name translates as "divine.
**Lang is Chinese for "wolf", a reference to the original version of the character.
... to be continued in the next part