Prison Obsession Of Love
《 Sinopsis 》
On a snowy night that should have claimed his life, Xi Chen was saved by a doctor too kind for this cruel world: Wu Xian.
One act of humanity gave birth to something he never asked for: an Obsessive Bond.
Xi Chen was no ordinary victim.
He was a man with a traumatic brain trap. His PTSD consumed him, his bipolar disorder shattered his emotions, his OCD demanded absolute order, and his psychopathic tendencies denied empathy.
Behind his calm facade lived Wang Ji... a cold, manipulative, domineering alter ego who understood love not as a feeling, but as Possession.
Wu Xian thought he was helping a patient.
Little did he know he was being studied, mapped, and slowly transported to the center of a world that knew no moral boundaries.
This is not a story of healing love.
This is a story about Love That Reshapes the Mind,
about a doctor who lost authority over his own life,
and about a man who never intended to be cured,
because for him, obsession was the most perfect form of health.
《 Prolog 》
The snow fell silently, covering the street like a hidden intention.
The body lay amidst a carpet of white and red. Its breath was thin, its pulse barely perceptible. Wu Xian knelt beside it without thinking, his medical gloves soaked with foreign blood.
“Listen to me,” he said quickly, firmly. “Don’t sleep. Keep your eyes open.”
The man’s eyelids trembled.
A faint smile... almost misplaced, appeared at the corner of his lips.
“If I die,” the voice was hoarse yet calm, “will you regret it?”
Wu Xian was silent for a split second.
“Yes, and I won’t let you die so easily.”
The answer was too quick. Too certain.
The man laughed softly, a sound no one should make when dying.
“A perfect mistake,” he murmured. “But… thank you.”
As his heart stopped in the ambulance, Wu Xian forced life back into his body with trembling hands and a clenched jaw.
He succeeded.
And that was his biggest mistake.
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Xi Chen woke up to a white, controlled world. The monitors ticked. The lights were blinding. The same calm face of the doctor stood beside his bed, his eyes innocent, his expression tired, his aura positive.
“You’re very lucky,” Wu Xian said with a gentle smile. “Just a little late…”
“Why?” Xi Chen interrupted.
Wu Xian blinked. “Why… what?”
“Why did you save me?”
The question wasn't just curiosity.
It was a test.
Wu Xian hesitated before answering honestly... Mistake Two.
“Because it's my duty.”
Xi Chen stared at him for a long time. Too long.
Something behind that gaze moved... cold, calculating.
“Then,” he said quietly, almost politely,
“from now on... don't walk away from me.”
Wu Xian smiled stiffly, thinking it was an expression of gratitude.
He didn't see how Xi Chen's hands gripped the sheets,
not out of fear,
but out of certainty.
Somewhere in his head, another voice whispered quietly. Wang Ji:
"He chose to stay.
Now it's our turn to decide when he can leave."
The snow outside continued to fall,
and the world, unknowingly, had just lost another person,
not to death,
but to a love that knows no end.
