Chapter 47: Welcome Back, Zhen Yichen
Andre sat on the edge of his bed, damp hair sticking to his forehead, a faint chill trailing down his spine. The room was dim, the only light coming from the warm glow of the bedside lamp, yet his mind felt darker than the night outside. His breathing was calm on the surface, but deep down, a storm brewed.
The phone lay in his hand like a curse and a gift combined. The call from his mother still echoed in his ears.
"Andre, Yichen is back. He came in this morning."
His lips curved into a smirk—cold and sharp. "So… the man has finally decided to come back," he whispered, voice low enough for only himself to hear. His silver eyes darkened like a turbulent current, ready to burst out of control.
If only he knew what's waiting for him.
Five months. That was how long it had been since Zhen Yichen walked out of this house and out of Andre's life. That night… the night everything changed… burned into Andre's memory like fire on his skin. And then, the very next day, Yichen had informed them casually during dinner that he would be gone—"a business trip, three months at most."
He left without a backward glance.
Andre clenched his jaw, recalling the rage and confusion that had swallowed him whole then. At first, he believed Yichen's words—maybe it was just a trip. But deep inside, a darker thought took root: He ran. That man was running away from what happened that night. Running from me.
It didn't matter. Andre told himself it didn't. He buried it under daily routines, studying for his exams, pushing himself to get into the best university in Z City. And he succeeded—he passed with flying colors. On the surface, life was normal.
But sleep… that was another story.
He dragged a hand through his wet hair, biting down on his lip hard enough to taste blood. Sleep had become his worst enemy. Or perhaps, his sweetest addiction.
Because every night when he closed his eyes, there he was—Zhen Yichen. Then Yichen used to invade his space, disturb his nights just by existing—and now that he was gone? Andre couldn't sleep for an entirely different reason.
At first, the dreams were innocent enough: a kiss, stolen touches, hands gliding over bare skin. Andre always dominated in these dreams, making the man tense under his touch, unraveling that calm mask Yichen wore like armor. But then… things changed.
By the second month, the dreams became feverish. No longer mere touches. Real, raw, consuming. His mind recreated that video he once saw on Yichen's laptop—where Yichen had dominated some slender, submissive man. Only now, the roles were reversed. It was Andre holding Yichen down, tearing that mask apart, making him moan, cry, and beg for mercy.
Every dream left him waking in sweat and shame—and an aching desire that only grew sharper by the day.
And he loved it.
He looked forward to them. Craved them. Every single time.
That man had made him like this. Made him crave something dark, addictive, uncontrollable.
Andre exhaled a shaky breath, curling his fingers into the sheets. He had been happy at first when his mother told him Yichen would be back after three months. He'd planned it out—how to surprise him, how to nudge him into reality, make those dreams come alive. After all, it wasn't forcing, right? Yichen had never hidden that his intentions toward him weren't pure. If anything, it would be mutual…
And maybe—maybe he'd even free his mother from that farce of a marriage. Everyone knew Yichen wasn't interested in her.
Andre wanted to make his mom free from him. Wanted to break him like he always imagine.
But then… the message came.
Yichen will be staying longer. He's not sure when he'll be back.
Andre's chest tightened, anger flashing in his eyes as he remembered his mother's disappointed sigh.
"Oh, so disappointing. I wanted him to be back so I could surprise him with your university admission… but I guess I'll just send him the news," she'd said softly.
Andre had said nothing then. But inside, something snapped.
Not because of the surprise. Not because of the news. But because he realized something terrifying.
I'm losing control of myself.
He was jacking off every night, sometimes twice, and it wasn't enough. His hands weren't enough. He wanted more—wanted to feel it, taste it, claim it. Wanted someone under him, trembling, breaking. Someone warm and tight, crying his name while he…
And it had to be Yichen. No one else.
When that man extended his absence, Andre stopped pretending. He told his mother he'd live off-campus, away from the dorms. He needed distance—from this house, from his mother, from everything.
That's how he ended up sharing an apartment with Ge Lin.
At first, Andre thought nothing of him. But Ge Lin was… too observant. Too enthusiastic. And Andre—after what he'd become—could sense things. He knew Ge Lin liked him. Maybe it was the way he looked at him, maybe it was that same heat in his eyes that Andre once despised in Yichen.
And then one night, Ge Lin caught him.
Caught him in his room, hand wrapped around himself, drowning in filthy thoughts.
Ge Lin offered to help. And Andre—he didn't resist.
It disgusted him at first, the feel of someone else's hands, the sound of their breath. But then he imagined Yichen in Ge Lin's place—his perfect face twisted with pleasure, his calm mask shattered—and his body betrayed him. He came hard.
Once became twice. Twice became habit. Until it was… normal. A dark, mutual agreement. Ge Lin got what he wanted; Andre got what he needed—a vessel to pour out the hunger he couldn't quench. He dominated, controlled, broke Ge Lin in every way he dreamed of breaking Yichen. And Ge Lin never resisted. If anything, he enjoyed it.
Andre's lips curved into a cold smile. What a fool.
But Andre hated himself for it. Hated the thoughts that crawled under his skin like venom. Because this—this was why he despised Yichen. Men like this. Men who corrupted, who stained.
And now?
Now he was the same.
Because of him.
His silver eyes turned darker, sharp and dangerous.
"Oh… you won't escape me this time," he whispered into the quiet room, voice low and icy.
Welcome back, Zhen Yichen.