In the dim light they were a bright green. It felt like he was looking into the eyes of a feral cat. The planes of his face were hard but it didn’t take away the attractiveness of his full lips and straight nose. The man could’ve stepped out of a fashion magazine with his well proportioned silhouette.


Xian has never slept with a man, but if this handsome alpha was his partner then it might be a bit bearable for him. He just had to get it over with. Time was ticking.


“Saying sorry doesn’t cut it. You’re dismissed, I’ll find someone more worthy and respectful of my time.”


The robotic voice came on. [Rewards: 100 coins + 5 charm points if he forgives you.]


“Please…I really need the money. I’ll do anything you ask.” Xian’s voice was pleading. “Just give me a chance, it really wasn’t my intention to be late.”


The man’s lips tipped at the corners and Xian prepared for the worst. The alpha walked closer to him and bent down, his scent of Cedar and smoke made Xian a bit light headed. His mouth was dangerously close to Xian’s ear.


“Get on your knees and beg. Let’s see if you can make me change my mind.”

***

On her birthday, a BL novelist makes a wish on a shooting star—to not wake up to her miserable life.

Except she wakes up, but not in her body.

She opens her eyes as a nameless, low-level omega actor at the bottom of the entertainment industry, signed to a company that profits from intimacy but discards the men who perform it. She has written stories like this before, but she has never imagined living inside it.
The catch? Only she can see the game system tracking her every choice—Reputation, Risk, Obedience, Desire. Every role, every staged kiss, every flirtation affects her stats. Fail, and she loses contracts, influence, even safety. Succeed, and the rewards are intoxicating… and dangerous.
Her first role comes from a movie director whose last film was a flop that destroyed his reputation. Desperate for redemption, he casts her because no one else will take the role. 

Then comes a fallen Idol, pushed into a BL role to rehabilitate his image after a scandal that refuses to fade. 

And finally, a mafia who enters acting not for fame, but a means of rebellion. Using queerness as a public rejection of the marriage arranged for him by his parents.

Each man wants something different. Control. Safety. Unraveling.

Caught between slave contracts, cameras, primal instincts, and carefully staged desire, she learns that BL is not a fantasy. That it is labor, leverage, and risk. The line between performance and feeling blurs, and her past life slips further from her grasp. She once believed love was something you could write your way into.

Now she must decide whether disappearing was freedom, or just another role she was never meant to survive. And worse? The system won’t let her leave without a price.

The systematic humming in Xian's head woke him up. 


STATUS: Two Connections Gained +20 points


Sunlight streaked in through the open window, making his eyes flutter open. He felt warm which was unusual. His head was under something warm and hard, like muscle.


He rubbed his eyes, wracking his brain in order to remember where he was. The last thing his memory could recall was being bundled into a black car. And then the green-eyed man—


He was surprised when he saw Felix sleeping soundly beside him. How did he get here? His memory was faint, but one thing for sure was the throbbing in his lower body.


Felix stirred, his hand going round Xian's waist. "You're awake."


"How did I get here?" The last time he saw Felix was at the bar, right before the huge man threw him out of the private room. "The driver…they kidnapped me…"


Chapter 15 - what have I done?