The bodyguards, dressed sharply in black, stood outside the towering estate, their rigid posture growing more restless with each passing minute.
Nearly an hour had slipped by, and with it, the slow intuitive realization that something was terribly wrong.
Their senirps, the master they were sworn to protect, hadn't been seen or heard from.
"Uh... guys," one of the guards whispered, shifting nervously from foot to foot, "Is it just me or has it been way too long?"
The head guard shot him a glare but couldn't ignore the growing tension building in his own chest. "Alright, let's move."
Suddenly, the group burst into action. Or rather, a flurry of clumsy, uncoordinated chaos.
They tripped over their own feet, bumping into one another as they scrambled toward the apartment doors like a herd of panicked cats.
One guard nearly stumbled as his shoelace got caught under his own heel.
"Get a grip!" the head guard growled, though his own hand was shaking as he gripped the door handle.
Inside, they dashed up the grand staircase, moving in a flurry of limbs as they made their way toward the elevator.
When they got there, the pressure they felt was obviously uncomfortable and tense.
"Press the button!" one of them yelped, jabbing it repeatedly as if that would somehow speed things up.
The button blinked, but the elevator doors remained stubbornly closed.
"It's not working!" another guard moaned, pacing nervously,
his hand running through his slicked-back hair, which now stood on end like he'd been electrocuted.
"Break it down!" the head guard shouted. The others exchanged panicked glances before charging at the door like a group of bulls ...only to bounce off with a dull thud.
The scene would've been comedic if it weren't for the sheer terror plastered on their faces.
After several failed attempts, the door finally gave way with a loud screech, revealing… nothing. The elevator was empty.
A collective gasp rippled through them.
"He's… he's gone!" one whispered dramatically, his knees wobbling.
The head guard paled, looking as if the floor might swallow him whole. "This can't be happening."
As they frantically tore through the mansion, turning over furniture and shouting Aaron's name like lost tourists in a foreign land, it became painfully clear—he was nowhere to be found.
With shaking hands, the head guard fumbled for his phone and dialed their boss—Kris. The others huddled around him, their eyes wide with dread.
The phone rang once. Twice. Then, a calm, almost eerily tranquil voice answered.
"Yes?"
"Uh… s-sir… we… um…" The head guard stammered, his voice breaking like a child caught stealing candy. "W-we can't find little master senirips."
There was a long, unnerving pause on the other end of the line. The bodyguards held their breath, some of them visibly trembling. One even wiped sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, though it only seemed to make him more disheveled.
Then Kris spoke, his tone quiet but commanding, like a lion waking from a nap, his words sliding out with unnerving precision. "You let my senirips slip away?"
The calm in his voice was far more terrifying than if he'd yelled. The bodyguards winced, their collective anxiety now so thick you could cut it with a knife.
The head guard stuttered into the phone, "W-we..."
"You do realize what this means, don't you?" Kris continued, still disturbingly calm.
There was no force, no rage...just a quiet, cold certainty that made the guards feel as though they were on thin ice, one wrong step from plunging into icy waters.
The head guard's hand shook so hard he nearly dropped the phone. "Sir, we… we'll find him, we'll—"
"Good." Kris's voice softened even further, like the purr of a predator just before it strikes. "Go. Look for my senirips. And do not fail."
The line went dead.
The bodyguards stood frozen, staring at the phone in horrified silence.
"We're dead," one of them whispered, his face pale.
"Totally screwed," another muttered, wiping his sweaty palms on his suit.
The head guard's lip twitched. "Then what are you waiting for? MOVE!"
And with that, they scattered, flailing like a flock of spooked birds, tripping over one another in their desperate scramble to find the master, all while the pressure of Kris calm, chilling words hung over them like a guillotine.
"guys I just got master senirips location"
one of the bodyguard said laughing like a miracle from heaven happened
A sleek blue Uber glided to a stop in front of Ravenhill Plaza.
Two young men stepped out...one with striking green hair, confident and alert, while the other, with soft orange hair, seemed more nervous.
He glanced around, biting his lip as he stared up at the towering structures.
The plaza looked lively with many ravenhill advance car on the roads and with different couples with their partners passing by either going in or out of the plaza ,
everyone was in their most perfect clothes, but not quite anyone,
beautiful architecture mix with people of different genders made the place perfect
beautiful senirips, beautiful Lala's beautiful solé's
and beautiful
towers, reflected the city with lights
it was all beautiful
Ravenhill Plaza gave off a vibe of luxury and class, its atmosphere commanding respect. The entire city felt both extravagant and too much for the eyes to feed , especially for both Aaron and Ethan.
Aaron thought
it was beautiful, while admiring the place Aaron, pulled out his phone and checked the address again, his brows furrowed. "Is this really the place?"
the question was pointed at Ethan
Ethan, nodded patting his lips and answered after staring at his phone for a few seconds. "Yeah… looks like it," he murmured.
They exchanged a"what now?" look before stepping into the nearest building, unsure of what to expect. As they entered, they were greeted by the quiet murmur of diners, seated at beautifully set tables. The restaurant was luxurious...white tablecloths, delicate chandeliers, and softly playing music in the background.
Ethan hesitated, glancing around as if he didn't quite belong, while Aaron led them toward a corner table.
Aaron pulled out his phone again, scrolling quickly through his bank account. "Let me just check my balance... oh, looks like we're more than fine." He smiled and said with sweetness boiling up in his heart. "My husband transferred a billion. so sweet."
his dog-like husband although he doesn't wants him to leave he was still Conciderate
Ethan didn't reply, but a shadow of sadness crossed his face. The mention of a husband brought up a painful memory...a distant, aching reminder of Lucien
Just as they were settling down, a Solé with sleek brown hair approached their table.
The Solé was calm and neutral, his movements precise as he placed menus in front of them. "Good evening. Can I get you something to drink?" His voice was soft but professional,
it wasn't enthusiastic as Aaron's voice or shy as Ethan's
As Aaron and Ethan began their meal, the same Solé...Temurí...returned. But this time, instead of standing, Temurí awkwardly slid into the seat next to them.
His neutral expression remained as he introduced himself. "I'm Temurí," he said gently. "Are you new here?"
Aaron immediately perked up, turning toward Temurí with enthusiasm. "Yeah, just passing through. Recently married, too,"
he said, though he nearly blurted out that his husband was the ruler of Ravenhill City. He caught himself just in time.
he sighs I'm dumb at times
Temurí gave a slight nod, his face still calm and not very expressive. "I work as a barista here. Ravenhill can be overwhelming, especially for newcomers."
Ethan, blushing, only nodded in response, feeling a bit too shy to say much.
Temurí glanced between them and added, "You know, Solé are the highest gender population in the world. We make up 90% of the workforce, though we're not valued as highly as senirips like you two."
He paused, his expression still neutral, though there was a warm expression showing something like stars in his eyes. "It's just the way the world works. We Solé do most of the work, but we're overlooked."
Aaron nodded, sympathizing and understanding the deep meaning behind Temurí's words. "That's tough..."
Before they could continue, a large, imposing figure suddenly appeared at the table.
Shen was broad-shouldered and muscular, towering over them with a dark, possessive look in his eyes. He glared at Aaron and Ethan, sizing them up.
"Who are these two?" he growled, his voice low and threatening. His gaze shifted to Temurí, his jealousy obvious. "They bothering you?"
Temurí gave his boyfriend a side eye , his eyes was like warning. "They're just passing through," he replied coolly. "No need to get worked up."
But Shen didn't back down. He leaned closer to the boys, especially Aaron, his voice sharp and aggressive. "I see the way you're looking at him. Don't think you can come in here with your pretty faces and steal my boyfriend. I've seen your type before...thinking you're better than us."
Aaron leaned back slightly, raising an eyebrow but keeping his composure. "We're just having dinner," he said, his voice calm but very teaseful Carring amusement in it . "No need to get territorial." Aaron added laughing