FRGL chapter 65

 Eugene was caught completely off guard.

The air was cold, Luo Hai’s fingers were ice, but his lips were hot, laced with the strong, intoxicating scent of alcohol that instantly stole Eugene’s breath.

For a brief moment, Eugene’s mind went blank. When he came back to his senses, he had already pulled Luo Hai tightly into his arms, instinctively deepening the kiss.

 People passed by them—some stopped to glance, some whistled, and some, drunk and stumbling, laughed and shouted, “Long live our rights!”

None of those sounds reached Eugene’s ears.

In his world, there was only Luo Hai’s breath, Luo Hai’s warmth, and the desperate, pain-laced passion of Luo Hai’s kiss.

He tried to step back, but Luo Hai followed, demanding more. When Eugene pressed a hand to his forehead to push him away, Luo Hai simply lowered his aim, kissing his neck instead, leaving behind a trail of faint red marks.

It was maddening.

Eugene half-pulled, half-dragged Luo Hai forward until they finally reached his car. Just as he reached into Luo Hai’s pocket for the keys, the drunken prosecutor misunderstood the gesture as an invitation and eagerly leaned in.

“Luo Hai!” Eugene pried him off like an octopus, breathing heavily. “Let’s go home first.”

Luo Hai’s deep eyes stared at him, looking almost wounded.

He grabbed Eugene’s collar, staring down at him. “I don’t have a home. My home burned to ashes long ago. Oddis of the Lightwing Society, don’t think you can fool me.”

A dull ache rose in Eugene’s chest, like a tiny saw slowly cutting into his heart.

“I’m not trying to fool you,” Eugene whispered, holding Luo Hai’s wrist. “Wherever you are, that’s home for me. As long as you’re alive, I’ll always have a home to return to.”

Luo Hai’s alcohol-clouded mind struggled to process the complexity of those words.

But in the depths of his drunken haze, Eugene’s eyes burned into his memory—so faint, yet so deep, as if they had been etched there forever.

……

The moment Eugene helped him through the apartment door, Luo Hai hooked his arms around Eugene’s neck and kissed him again. The door shut behind them with a quiet thud, and Eugene let out a muffled grunt as his back hit the wood.

Alcohol didn’t work the way Luo Hai had imagined.

Instead of numbing him, it unearthed every buried pain, dragging it from the depths of his memory and wrapping every inch of his body in aching torment.

The more it hurt, the more he wanted to forget.

Forget the past, forget the future, forget the entire chaotic and senseless world—only remember Eugene.

Eugene’s face, Eugene’s lips, Eugene’s burning hands, and his deep, steady voice…

“Luo Hai.”

Eugene’s hoarse voice could only manage to call out a name before he was pushed straight down onto the sofa, a firm hand pressing against his chest.

Luo Hai lifted his legs to the side and straddled Eugene’s waist.

The usually meticulous prosecutor was now in complete disarray.

Strands of hair covered his eyes, his shirt was crumpled, with several buttons popped open. His cheeks were flushed as red as a ripe tomato, and his short, rapid breaths carried the lingering scent of alcohol.

Eugene caught the faint, intermittent sweetness of an Omega in the air, like a naive youth clumsily imitating techniques from a book.

“I want it.” Luo Hai’s voice was husky as he stared straight at Eugene. “Give it to me.”

Eugene took a deep breath and pressed against Luo Hai’s chest, pushing him away. “No.”

Luo Hai had never considered the possibility of being rejected. He froze for a moment. “What?”

Eugene slowly exhaled, his palm maintaining firm pressure, his tone unwavering. “I said no.”

A surge of anger flared in Luo Hai’s chest. He tightened his thighs, pressing his body down with force, while one hand swiftly reached to undo Eugene’s pants button. But Eugene reacted just as quickly, grabbing Luo Hai’s wrist, flipping him over onto the sofa, and forcefully stopping him.

Luo Hai was completely enraged.

“You’re pretending to be some saint now?” His eyes burned with fury. “If you had the guts, you shouldn’t have come to me in the first place! You shouldn’t have held my head down like some damn rapist and fucked me!”

The sharp words stabbed into Eugene’s heart like a knife, but he only took a shallow breath. His expression and tone remained unchanged—deep and calm.

“You don’t actually want this,” Eugene said. “You just want to use me to hurt yourself. You hate yourself, and you want me to hate you too. I won’t let you do that.”

As Eugene’s words fell, the heated tension in the room gradually faded.

Luo Hai slowly relaxed, lowering his head until his forehead rested against Eugene’s shoulder, silent.

Eugene lifted his head slightly, allowing Luo Hai’s disheveled bangs to brush against his neck. He neither kissed nor embraced him. He simply leaned back against the sofa, letting the once-burning atmosphere turn cold.

Outside, snow continued to fall. The city lights drowned out the moon, illuminating the business district as if it were still daytime.

Faint sounds of celebration and cheers echoed from the distance. A drunken Alpha slurred curses into the night, while Mrs. Parsifal’s dog, disturbed by the noise, barked nonstop.

……

Luo Hai didn’t know when he had fallen asleep. All he knew was that when he woke up, he was already dressed in clean clothes and lying under warm blankets.

Golden sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, casting a glow on the empty floor. Tiny specks of dust floated in the light, making his pounding headache even worse.

Eugene was long gone. There was no trace of him in the apartment. Even the sofa, which had been left in a mess the night before, had been tidied up. The cushions were placed neatly on either side, and the oversized alpaca plush sat properly in the middle.

On the dining table, there was a bowl of pasta, covered with a thermal lid, still warm.

Luo Hai walked over and found a note tucked beneath it.

— If it gets cold, heat it up in the microwave. There’s black pepper sauce in the kitchen and milk in the fridge.

He flipped the note over.

— Don’t go out today.

Luo Hai frowned, confused.

That day was a workday. How could he not go out? And why would Eugene write something so strange? What was he trying to do?

Luo Hai had no intention of listening. Just like last time, he turned on the gas stove and burned the note. Then, after finishing the pasta, he put on his coat and walked out of the apartment.

The snow outside had stopped, leaving a thick layer on the stone pavement. The wind had died down, and the snow-laden street trees stood motionless on both sides of the road.

As he walked along the sidewalk, the soles of his shoes compressed the snow with a faint crunching sound.

His head still throbbed with the remnants of his hangover, but his mind was now clear. The reckless events of last night replayed in his head, each scene making his heart tremble with a dull ache.

He was relieved that Eugene had pushed him away and even more relieved that he hadn’t insisted.

The tangled, unresolved relationship between him and Eugene was like a ridiculous puppet show—stiff, dragging on and on. No matter how absurd things had been, it was finally time for the curtains to fall.

After walking for a while, Luo Hai stopped in his tracks.

On the street, pedestrians and vehicles moved past as usual. By all appearances, it was just another ordinary workday in Nantes City. But Luo Hai couldn’t shake off a strange, indescribable feeling of unease.

Frowning, he observed his surroundings for a moment before realizing something—there wasn’t a single Omega in sight. Only Alphas and Betas.

Although Omegas were fewer in number and often stayed indoors, it was rare to see absolutely none in such a busy part of the city center. Omegas still had to go out—to buy groceries, pick up their children from school, or even run small businesses near their homes.

Yet today, there wasn’t a single Omega around. And the atmosphere on the streets felt strangely off.

Luo Hai furrowed his brows and continued walking. Within five minutes, he saw a group of uniformed Alpha police officers jogging along the sidewalk, turning sharply into a nearby alley.

He recognized them as part of the regular patrol force responsible for maintaining public order in Nantes City. He had never worked directly with the patrol unit, so he didn’t recognize anyone in the group, nor did he have any idea why they had suddenly stormed into a residential alley.

He continued on his usual route to work.

Just two streets away from the prosecutor’s office, he saw another identical patrol unit. But this time, in front of them, a young Omega was kneeling on the ground, trembling violently.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t know… I won’t do it again, I swear, please let me go…”

The leading Alpha patrol officer let out a cold laugh. He drew his gun from his holster, cocked it with a sharp click, and aimed it at the terrified Omega. “You think there’ll be a next time? Next time, will you just go straight to contacting the Lightwing Society?”

“Stop!” Luo Hai shouted before his rational mind could catch up.

The patrol officer didn’t lower his weapon but turned to look at Luo Hai, clearly irritated.

“Who are you? We’re carrying out official duties under orders. No one is allowed to interfere!”

Luo Hai strode forward, practically slamming his prosecutor’s badge in the officer’s face. His voice was sharp and commanding. “Luo Hai, Nantes Central Prosecutor’s Office. Who gave you this order?”

The officer flinched slightly upon recognizing the credentials but quickly regained his composure. Maintaining a firm stance, he responded, “Prosecutor Luo Hai, we are acting under the orders of Director Kliman. As of today, all Omegas must remain at home under investigation. They are not permitted to be on the streets. Any violators will be considered associates of the Lightwing Society and executed on the spot.”

His voice was loud and clear, but it still took Luo Hai two whole seconds to process what he had just heard.

“Executed?” Luo Hai repeated in disbelief. “You’re saying they’ll be executed just for leaving their homes?”

The officer opened his mouth to reply, but another patrolman cut him off. From his attire, it was clear that this man was the true leader of the squad.

“No need to explain anything to him,” the squad leader said bluntly. “Luo Hai or Luo Shui, it doesn’t matter. We follow Director Kliman’s orders, not any prosecutor’s.”

With that, he swiftly pulled out his gun and cocked it without hesitation.

“Wai—” Luo Hai barely had time to get out a word before the gunshot rang out.

The explosion of the gunfire echoed like a firecracker.

The kneeling Omega was shot through the head. His face remained frozen in a look of terror and desperate pleading, his mouth wide open. His body soon collapsed onto the ground. Blood sprayed from the bullet wound, splattering onto the hem of Luo Hai’s suit.