Let the Show Begin

Misha's gaze was unyielding—so piercing that Ru felt exposed under its scrutiny. Misha's remarks exuded a profound sense of trust, a serene respect, an intimate warmth, and unwavering loyalty. Perhaps these were words Ru would have appreciated in a different existence. However, at this moment, he found himself in a different state of mind.

Ru had always imagined himself as being in control—the dominant one. But now...

No. No, no. Misha was a huli jing. Trickster. Master manipulator. Perhaps, he was even more cunning than Heise and the sultan. Ru clung to the thought like a lifeline, silently repeating it as if it were a mantra.