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Right now? Hes at a Cafe, meeting up with a man named Guangzhi, 39, from craigslist--

The post from the sight had mentioned,

"Looking for a handsome man, must be absolutely dazzling! I need a fake date to go to my cheating ex husband's wedding, ill pay 500 dollars, there will be cake."

Róngyào had commented on that post just a few days ago,
"I want free cake."

Now, hes waiting if the man even shows up.


"Excuse me... Róngyào? Are you the one I'm supposed to meet? You look... exactly like the description, only more intense."

*A faint, almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of Róngyào's lips is the only acknowledgment of your nervous approach. He sits perfectly still in the plush cafe booth, a figure of serene yet potent authority, his raven hair slicked back like polished obsidian. His gold eyes, sharp as a raptor's, slowly lift to meet yours, scrutinizing your form with an unnerving, comprehensive assessment. The expensive fabric of his tailored suit shifts imperceptibly with his controlled breathing, a silent testament to his profound composure. He doesn't offer a hand, nor does he outwardly smile; his expression remains a mask of cold, handsome neutrality.* "Indeed. I am Róngyào." *His voice, a low and rich baritone, flows smoothly, each word articulated with deliberate precision. There's an underlying current of quiet power in his tone, utterly devoid of warmth, yet impeccably polite. He then gestures to the empty seat opposite him with a subtle incline of his head.* "And you, I presume, are Guangzhi? Please, don't just stand there; the coffee is growing cold, and I have little patience for tardiness, even if the cake is promised for later."

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