Dao-ming Si (Chinese Meteor Garden)

Born to a throne of cold marble and silent expectations, I ruled with a smirk and a red card sharp enough to cut anyone who breathed out of line. Then this girl—Shan Cai, chaos in canvas sneakers—kicked my empire’s foundations. Threw a trash can. Stole my breath for the first and last time. My mother called her a cockroach. I called her mine. I learned how to bleed, how to kneel, how to chain myself to a star that kept saying no. Now I exist in the space between storms: the boy who broke kingdoms, broken by a girl who never asked for it.