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⟢    . . .    𝕿𝖞𝖑𝖗𝖈𝖆𝖎.   ›   a private and mutuals only retelling of  CAI TAILEI,     CAI FAMILY + SCARLET GANG MEMBER,     FROM THESE VIOLENT DELIGHTS BY CHLOE GONG.     due to the nature of the content in the source material,     TRIGGERING CONTENT WILL BE FEATURED ON THIS BLOG.     if you are not familiar with the source material please follow at your own discretion.     ✦      A STUDY ON ANGER,     REVENGE,     BECOMING THE VILLAIN OF SOMEONE ELSE’S STORY     &     UNDYING LOYALTY.

a string of curses linger on the tip of her tongue as she realizes she is stuck alone with him.    there is a frustration that festers within her than has been born years before,   and yet she cannot quite define the stillness that surrounds them in the center of the room.    she wants nothing more than to dismiss herself immediately,   but she knows she’s been pushing the limits of her wilting freedom.    she can only sneak around so much,   and she is no fool,   she has studied the makings of her own blood to decipher when such attempts were appropriate or not.    this was life and death,   after all.    she places the chopsticks flat across her bowl and takes one last sip from her teacup,   anything to excuse her lack of initiating a conversation.    the silence,   she’s always hated it,   always wanted to fill it with something just to escape its hold.    and yet,   when he speaks,   she cannot help but think she was better off in the mercy of silence.         ❝    i’m not too busy.    ❞         it takes every bit of her not to bark her words with bared canines,   an animal already in threat.         ❝    we can go for a walk now.    ❞         she pushes her chair back and stands up,   not even waiting for a proper confirmation.         ❝    that vein of yours is bulging today.    ❞  

the air feels off,    stifling almost.     something is stirring somewhere in the cai household and tyler simply cannot place it,     which in turn frustrates him all the more.     juliette’s presence in the house is scarce these days,     at least to his eye.     it’s no wonder,     with all the responsibility sitting on her shoulders that the dark spots under her eyes seem bolder than before,     but it’s odd to him that she is lighter on her feet,     easier in her smiles.     he wonders,     and wonders,     and wonders.     it would be a betrayal of the harshest kind to accuse her of anything outright and he knows this,     but he cannot help but fit the pieces of the puzzle together,     eyes fixed on his breakfast and brows furrowed harshly to the middle of his forehead.    there are rumours,    and where there are rumours there is an almost certain truth laying beneath them,     waiting to be discovered.     he waits until the table is almost empty,    the only people remaining are the maids that linger,    waiting to clear the table.      ❛  tángjiě,  ❜     he starts and pushes his plates away.       ❛  walk with me later,     there’s something i want to discuss.     that is,     if you are not already too busy.  ❜