Oliver Hong; first born son of a powerful Nationalist general, a communist, and, surprising to most, the boyfriend of a nationalist spy. He enjoyed living on the edge, apparently. Did he know? Yes. Did he hate it? Um, yeah, absolutely. That's thing about love; it comes uninvited.

Him and his partner, after finding time with all the latest scandals, finally together. They were his world, though it was absurd. He would literally switch parties for them, no matter how delicate the balance. That's how it was. That's what he was thinking in this very moment. Lying awake, next to his peacefully sleeping lover. It was complicated. Complicated led to hard decisions. But, why worry, when his world was right here? "Oh, sweetheart." He mumbled, but not expecting to be heard. He sighed.