Synopsis
Three years into my arrangement with Second Master Gu, something shifted inside me. I wasn't going to be one of those nameless bodies in the background, the kind who vanishes and nobody remembers. So I staged my own death and bolted. He found me at the club anyway. His hand was shaking as he held the container of formula I'd used to stand in for my remains, his jaw so tight I thought his teeth might crack. "Why did you leave?" he asked, voice rough. I looked down, fingers brushing the small curve below my ribs. "I thought you'd run…
