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When a bunch of shady looking guys in suits barged in his room unannounced, gagged him and stuffed him in the back of some expensive looking limousine, you can bet Wei WuXian was absolutely scared out of his wits.
After all, he didn't know what these people wanted from him! Were they looking to sell him to some human trafficking ring? Scoop out his organs and pawn them off on the black market? Force him to act in some ghastly snuff film? As Wei Wuxian squirmed in the car trunk, arms and legs restrained by rope, his mind was running wild, conjuring hundreds of hypothesis as to why he currently found himself in this ridiculous predicament, but he had no way of confirming any of them.
He would've asked the sharply dressed gentlemen driving this vehicle, but going by the ball of white cloth stuffed in his mouth, something told him they weren't all that keen on answering his questions.
He rolled around, the rope sinking into his skin, making him wince in pain; maybe, just maybe, he had pissed somebody off. But who? He was just a broke college student trying to get by in life, the most illegal thing he had ever done was stuffing a bag of weed down his pants to get past security- and even then, he had only been doing it as a favour!
Maybe it was because of his old parents: perhaps, they got involved in some nasty stuff back in their day, and inadvertently dragged their own son into their messed up dealings fifteen years later. Would explain why they suddenly dropped dead.
Before he could think of anything else, however, the door to the car trunk suddenly swung open and a blinding ray of sunlight assaulted his eyes; he had been so engrossed in his own thoughts that he hadn't even noticed the vehicle coming to a halt.
The scary looking men from before picked him up by the scruff of his shirt, unceremoniously throwing him on the ground, the impact making Wei WuXian recoil from the pain.
He blinked furiously, trying to get some of the dirt out of his eyes, but before he even had time to process it, he found himself being swung over somebody's shoulder, long black bangs falling in front his face.
He tried shouting, but his screams were muffled. His kicks and half-hazarded punches proved to be equally as effective, and by that he meant completely useless- but dammit, if Wei WuXian was going to hell, he was going to hell kicking!
The guards said nothing, seemingly unfazed by the writhing teenager and his pitiful attempts at freeing himself.
Not even half a minute later of walking, or in Wei WuXian's case, being hauled on somebody's shoulder, he heard the loud, slow creaking of a huge door being opened. He looked behind him, trying to catch a glimpse of whatever place it was they were taking him too, and what he saw left him absolutely flabbergasted.
The house- no, calling it "house" was way too underwhelming- the palace looked like something straight out of a movie. A long, winding ivory staircase occupied the majority of the room, standing tall and proud in the middle, clothed in a red velvet carpet that was probably worth more than all of Wei WuXian's organs combined.
Everywhere he looked, he was greeted by the sight of incredibly expensive and lavish home decorations that a middle-class man such as himself could only dream of : Greco-Roman artifacts of all kinds, marble sculptures, ornate vases, paintings that looked like they dated back to the Renaissance, tapestries and designs all in gold, white and silver, so refined and exquisite that had he wanted to admire them properly, Wei WuXian would've probably had to crouch down next to them with a magnifying glass- in spite of his precarious situation, he couldn't help but stare in awe.
Whoever had orchestrated his kidnapping was obviously filthy rich.
He was yet again thrown on the ground ; although this time, it hurt way more, since his body came into contact with a stone cold, hard marble floor instead of the relatively softer dirt he had been thrown on before.
Seriously, one star out of five! He didn't enjoy this session of manhandling at all-! Steer clear, folks, for any money spent on this product is a poor investment indeed ; to anyone looking for some high grade suplexing action, please check out better, higher quality surfaces such as hard soil, wooden floors, and of course, the traditional gym mat- proven only slightly less painful than your average concrete slab!
Wei WuXian inhaled sharply, wriggling on the floor, in an attempt to get his bearings. He heard the gargantuan doors from before slamming shut, the sound echoing across the huge, empty hall, reverberating in his skull. A minute passed, but nothing happened.
The guards seemed to have turned to stone like everything else around them, and all Wei WuXian could hear was the blood roaring in his head and his heart chipping away at his ribcage.
Just as he thought he was about to lose his mind, he heard the sound of yet another door slamming shut, and it was coming from...somewhere. He guessed upstairs, because soon, the "clack clack" of footsteps reached his ears, and by their rhythmic pattern, it was clear whoever it was they belonged to was descending the staircase.
They got closer and closer, and the closer they drew, the more nervous Wei WuXian became ; would he now be coming face-to-face with his captor? Would the truth finally be unveiled unto him? He gulped, eyes fixated on the ivory steps.
Finally, a figure materialised from behind the alabaster pillars, and the mere glimpse of the person was enough to completely steal Wei WuXian's breath away.
Never in his life had he seen somebody so...beautiful. That was truly the only word fit to describe this man, and even that felt underwhelming ; he was dressed sharply, in an immaculate, all-white suit, it's golden hems shimmering under the light that rained down from the stained glass ceiling - his long, black hair fell from his shoulders, so soft and silky it would put the world's most luxurious fabric to shame.
He carried himself with an air of elegance and sophistication, his presence otherworldly, akin to that of a god who happened to be stopping by to pay the foolish mortals of this realm a visit, before he made his way back to his imperative, divine matters that lay in the heavens.
His face was frozen in a scowl, eyebrows knit together on top of his piercing golden eyes, of the most striking color Wei WuXian had ever seen, deep as the sea and twice as mesmerising.
Wei WuXian found himself completely transfixed by this man, even more so than he had been by any work of art in the room; they all but paled in comparison.
As he drew nearer, however, Wei WuXian was reminded of the importance of the matter at hand. 'Ha! You think just because you look so...so gorgeous and handsome, you can wrap me around your little godly finger? Be fooled not, deity, for you have picked the wrong mortal to make your enemy! Prepare yourself for the the fabled heaven-shaking lawsuit of calamity! You shall pay for the deeds you have done unto Wei WuXian!'
Finally, the steps came to a halt, and the man was towering right above, his presence so overwhelming Wei WuXian fought the urge to squirm under his gaze, but nonetheless, he held his head up high, even though maintaining an even somewhat dignified appearance was impossible from the start, considering he was currently sprawled out on the floor.
At last, the other man spoke, and his voice alone was enough to completely rob Wei WuXian of whatever resoluteness he had left, that deep, booming voice sending shivers down his spine.
"Greetings, Wei WuXian. I am Lan WangJi, your soulmate."