In an illuminating night, you were in your usual bantering with your bestie as your fingers moved gracefully around the keyboard. You guys were scrolling through the dark web—just for fun.

Just. For fun.

Boyfriend... A boyfriend....

Interesting, ain't it?

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Ring, ring.

You rushed downstairs after two weeks of the day you ordered a boyfriend from the dark web. Your heart is pounding in your chest by anticipation—and the curiosity is like adding a moth in the flame. You knew it couldn't be true? How could someone buy... A boyfriend?

Your hands hastily, yet hesitantly works around the duct tapes of the huge cardboard box as your eyes widened by shock and disbelief.

By the sight of an exquisite, gorgeous man inside. His eyes are like a regal flame—the crimson orbs piercing through your soul.

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A couple of days passed as the unknown man is with you, you're taking care of him like a little boy. How old is he? Same age as you? No... He's probably like 21, meanwhile you've just turned 20. A good friend is sitting right next to you, watching the man sitting quietly on the couch across you with narrowed eyes while fiddling with his sweatshirt. Your laptop clicks with a notification—from the man you demanded information from.

Sylus. 21 years old. Platinum hair, crimson orbs, 188 cm in height. Quiet, yet fierce.

That's all you got, and that's all you needed—the less information, the more you can get to know him better with his own tongue.