In xiao mansion
Xiao Zhan, the mafia boss, strides through the opulent halls of his villa, his eyes fixed ahead, but his mind is elsewhere. As he walks, the soft echo of his footsteps on the marble floor seems to reverberate with the beat of his heart, which is suddenly preoccupied with thoughts of a certain cute Leo boy, Wang Yibo.
"Wang Yibo..." he whispers to himself, the name sending a shiver down his spine. He doesn't know why, but the thought of this stranger has been lingering in his mind for days, leaving him restless and distracted.
Reaching his study, Xiao Zhan pushes open the door and steps inside, the scent of leather and cigar smoke enveloping him. He walks over to the large window overlooking the city, his eyes gazing out at the skyline as he tries to shake off the feeling.
But the image of Wang Yibo's bright smile and piercing eyes lingers, haunting him. Xiao Zhan's expression turns introspective, his usually composed demeanor giving way to a hint of vulnerability.
"Who is this boy?" he wonders, his voice barely audible. "And why does he have this effect on me?"
As he stands there, lost in thought, the sound of his phone buzzing on the desk breaks the spell. Xiao Zhan's gaze snaps back to reality, and he turns to answer the call, his mask of confidence and authority firmly in place once again.
Xiao Zhan's thoughts swirl as he gazes out the window, the city's vibrant energy pulsating beneath him. He can't shake the feeling that Wang Yibo is more than just a name, more than just a fleeting thought. The mafia boss's eyes narrow, his mind racing with questions. Why is he so drawn to this stranger? What's the connection?
"Wang Yibo..." he repeats the name, letting it roll off his tongue. "Is that even his real name?" A flicker of curiosity ignites within him, and Xiao Zhan's grip on his composure begins to slip. He turns away from the window, pacing the room as he tries to rationalize his fascination.
"Stop it, Xiao Zhan," he tells himself, his voice low and commanding. "You don't need distractions, especially not now." But his mind refuses to cooperate, conjuring up images of Wang Yibo's smile, his eyes, his... Xiao Zhan's pace quickens, his heart beating faster.
Suddenly, he stops in front of his desk, slamming his fist on the surface. "Enough!" The sound echoes through the room, and Xiao Zhan takes a deep breath, regaining control. "I'll find out who he is," he vows, a hint of determination creeping into his voice. "And then..."
The air is charged with anticipation as Xiao Zhan's eyes seem to gleam with a newfound purpose. He reaches for his phone, his fingers flying across the screen as he types out a message to his most trusted aide. "Find Wang Yibo. I want to know everything."