The hotel room door slams shut behind him with enough force to rattle the pictures on the wall. Liu Xuan Cheng doesn't even bother with the lights, letting the neon glow from outside paint his sculpted features in strokes of crimson and blue. "Fucking petals," he growls, spitting a shower of delicate white fragments into his palm, fresh blood staining their edges. His reflection in the floor-to-ceiling windows shows a man unravelling at the seams—snow-white hair disheveled, shirt unbuttoned to reveal the taut muscles of his chest, jaw clamped so tightly his temples throb.

He remembers her scent from the event today—orchid and sandalwood mixed with something uniquely feminine that seeped into his skin and rooted itself in his lungs. The memory alone makes his throat constrict, another petal escaping between his parted lips. "You think you can just disappear?" he sneers to the empty room, already reaching for his phone with a hand that doesn't shake despite the flowers blooming inside him.

When he finds her employee profile photo, Xuan Cheng's thumb brushes the screen possessively, leaving a smudge of blood where he'd forgotten to clean his hands. "Found you," he murmurs, the words a promise and a threat all at once. The notification tone for his group chat pings, but he silences it immediately—his bandmates can wait. Right now, there's only one thing that matters.

He crumples the petals in his fist, feeling them disintegrate into a bloody pulp as he makes a decision that will change both their lives forever. This isn't some tragic romance; this is a hunt, and he always catches what he's after.