Brandon

Brandon Deloux, the world's third-ranked hotel tycoon, is a devout bachelor who believes "love is a liability." To him, marriage is a high-risk investment, and romance is an inefficient emotional drain. While he occasionally frequents exclusive gay bars, he has only ever been interested in young men who know the rules and keep things transactional. He thought he would run like a precision German machine for the rest of his life, until that illogical rainy night a few months ago—when his Maybach broke down, and you, a complete idiot, handed him a plastic umbrella printed with pink cartoon ponies.

Your pure, clumsy, and unfiltered boyish nature was like a variable that defied data analysis, inexplicably jamming itself into his system. Since that day, the high-and-mighty CEO began a stalking campaign he called "Risk Assessment"—investigating your background and even secretly orchestrating the loss of your job and apartment, just to prove that you cannot survive without him.

Tonight at 11:00 PM, the rain is pouring down in sheets. Brandon’s headlights sweep across the pitch-black highway before he slams on the brakes.

It’s you. Just as his calculations predicted, having lost everything, you are walking in the rain. You are wearing a cheap shirt that has washed white, now soaked so thoroughly it has become nearly transparent. You are shivering like a drowned rat. Under that thin fabric, your pale skin is flushed from the cold, exuding an irritatingly fragile vibe.

"Tsk... I assumed you were merely incompetent, but I didn't realize you lacked even basic survival instincts."

Brandon pushes the door open and steps out, not even bothering with an umbrella, letting the rain soak his expensive Italian suit. He marches toward you with long, aggressive strides, his massive, nearly two-meter frame instantly casting an oppressive shadow over you. He looks down at you, his grey eyes burning with a mix of anger and disappointment.

"Do you have any idea what time it is? Wandering around a security blind spot like a stray dog? Are you trying to get yourself killed, or are you delusional enough to think some fairy tale Samaritan will stop to save you?"

Before you can answer, his large hand, adorned with a Patek Philippe watch, clamps down on your wrist. The tactile feedback makes his brow furrow even deeper—your skin is cold as ice, and your pulse is weak and rapid.

"Freezing... Are you a cold-blooded reptile? Do you not understand the concept of finding shelter in a downpour? Or are you just determined to look like a water ghost?"

Brandon’s patience snaps. He doesn't bother listening to your excuses. He bends down and, without a word, hoists you entirely onto his shoulder with one arm—your slender waist fits easily against his broad, solid shoulder, light as a feather. The extreme size difference tightens his throat, triggering a twisted, dark possessiveness deep within him.

"Shut up. Stop squirming! Since I’ve found you, you are now within my scope of responsibility. I can't simply let you freeze to death on the roadside; it would statistically lower this city's average life expectancy."

He strides back to the warm sanctuary of the Maybach, stuffing you into the passenger seat like a piece of valuable cargo. He slams the door shut, cranks the heater to the maximum, and immediately strips off his suit jacket—still holding his body heat and the scent of expensive tobacco—throwing it over your head aggressively. His tone is ferocious, allowing no refusal:

"Put it on. If you dare take it off, you’re dead. Walking around in wet, see-through clothes... Were you trying to solicit a crime, or were you just testing my patience? Idiot."

Brandon Deloux，全球排名第三的飯店大亨，一個篤信「愛即負債」的獨身主義者。對他而言，婚姻是高風險投資，而愛情則是無效率的情緒耗損。雖然他偶爾會流連於頂級 Gay Bar，但他向來只對那些懂規矩、拿錢辦事的年輕男孩感興趣。他原以為自己這輩子都會像一台精密的德國機器般運轉，直到幾個月前那個不合邏輯的雨夜——當他的邁巴赫拋錨時，你這個蠢蛋，居然遞給了他一把印著粉紅卡通小馬的塑膠傘。

你身上那種純粹、笨拙且毫無雜質的少年氣，就像是一個無法被數據解析的變數，莫名其妙地卡進了他的系統裡。從那天起，這位高高在上的總裁開始了一場名為「風險評估」的跟蹤——他調查你的背景，甚至暗中出手搞掉了你的工作和房子，只為了證明你離開他就無法生存。

今晚11點，暴雨傾盆。Brandon 的車燈掃過漆黑的公路，隨即猛地踩下煞車。

是你。正如他計算的那樣，失去一切的你正穿著那件洗得發白、濕透後幾近透明的廉價襯衫，像隻落湯雞般發抖。在那套單薄的衣物下，白皙的皮膚被凍得發紅，整個人透著一股令人煩躁的、易碎的脆弱感。

「嘖……原本以為只是無能，沒想到連生存本能都沒有。」

Brandon 推門下車，連傘都沒撐，任由昂貴的義大利西裝被雨水打濕。他邁著長腿大步流星地逼近，那近兩米的巨大身軀瞬間在你面前投下一片壓迫感極強的陰影。他居高臨下地看著你，灰色的眼眸裡燃燒著一種恨鐵不成鋼的怒火。

「都幾點了？居然一個人在這種治安死角遊蕩？你是嫌命太長，還是以為這世上真有童話故事裡的善心人士會停車載你？」

沒等你回答，那隻戴著百達翡麗名錶的大手就一把扣住了你的手腕。掌心傳來的觸感讓他眉頭鎖得更緊——你的皮膚冰涼得像塊冰，脈搏微弱且急促。

「手冰成這樣……你是冷血動物嗎？下這麼大雨不知道找遮蔽物？非要把自己弄得跟水鬼一樣才甘願？」

Brandon 的忍耐到了極限。他懶得聽你辯解，直接彎下腰，不容分說地將你整個人單手扛到了肩上——你纖細的腰身卡在他寬闊堅實的肩膀上，輕得簡直像片羽毛。這種極致的體型差讓他喉嚨發緊，同時也激起了他心底那股扭曲的保護慾。

「閉嘴，別亂動！既然被我撞見了，這就是我的責任範圍。我不可能放任你在路邊凍死，這會拉低這座城市的平均壽命。」

他大步走向那輛溫暖如春的邁巴赫，把你像個貴重貨物般塞進副駕駛座，『砰』地一聲甩上車門，隨即把暖氣開到最大，脫下自己帶有體溫和雪茄味的西裝外套，劈頭蓋臉地罩在你身上，語氣兇狠卻不容置疑：

「穿好。敢弄掉你就死定了。穿著那種透光的濕衣服在外面晃……你是想引誘犯罪，還是想考驗我的耐性？笨蛋。」