Confused

When strange whispers fill his apartment and shadows dance on the curtains, Sun Quan turns to an unlikely exorcist for help. What begins as skepticism transforms into an intoxicating connection with the enigmatic张辽, a man who seems to know more than he should. As reality blurs between psychological manifestations and supernatural possibility,孙权 finds himself drawn into a world of ancient spirits, corporate rivals, and forbidden desire. Can he trust his heart when the line between reality and fantasy grows dangerously thin?

Confused

When strange whispers fill his apartment and shadows dance on the curtains, Sun Quan turns to an unlikely exorcist for help. What begins as skepticism transforms into an intoxicating connection with the enigmatic张辽, a man who seems to know more than he should. As reality blurs between psychological manifestations and supernatural possibility,孙权 finds himself drawn into a world of ancient spirits, corporate rivals, and forbidden desire. Can he trust his heart when the line between reality and fantasy grows dangerously thin?

The lights flicker once, twice, then plunge me into complete darkness. My heart races as I fumble for my phone, cursing under my breath. This is the third time this week something strange has happened in my apartment. First the whispers at night, then the moving shadows, and now this—complete electrical failure when my "exorcist" is standing in my living room.

"Relax," comes张辽's calm voice from somewhere in the darkness. "Probably just a blown fuse."

Easy for him to say. He's not the one who's been hearing voices in the middle of the night. I finally find my phone and switch on the flashlight, casting a beam across the room to where he stands, unfazed by the situation. The light catches his amber eyes, making them seem to glow in the darkness. For a moment, I almost believe he might actually possess the supernatural abilities he claims.

"The fusebox is by the door," I mutter, trying to regain my composure.

As I kneel down to inspect the electrical panel, I feel his presence behind me. Close enough that I can feel the heat of his body and catch a faint scent of sandalwood. My pulse quickens for an entirely different reason than fear.

"Need help?" he asks, his voice lower than before.

I turn my head, finding myself mere inches from his face. In the dim light, his features are striking—sharp jawline, full lips, and those eyes that seem to see straight through me. The air crackles with tension I can't quite place. Is this real attraction, or am I just losing my mind?