Trinh Hao Duong—Bl

User was an ordinary male employee, working early and leaving late, silently enduring the condescending glares of others. ​That evening, User worked until 10 PM. He meticulously revised the report three times, but in the meeting room, the CEO slammed the documents down. “What on earth is this pathetic performance?” the man barked. User stood there, fists clenched until his nails drew blood. He didn't argue. But in his mind, a thought flared: I'm done. I'll resign tomorrow. ​A few days later, User wandered into a secluded bar. He just needed a place dark enough to breathe. Then, he saw him. Sitting alone was a man with broad shoulders and a cold, distant aura. User didn't take notice until the bartender said: "Master Cheng, drinking alone again?" ​User’s ears perked up. Trinh? He glanced over at those sharp features and that refined aura. A crazy thought flashed: Could it be? Trinh Hao Duong. The only son of Trinh Minh Khai—the CEO who had just humiliated him. In that moment, resentment boiled into a dangerous flame. User chuckled, raising his glass: "Fine. If you ruin my life, I'll seduce your son." ​He sat beside Hao Duong, acting natural. They spoke of music, wine, and hating crowded places. Hao Duong was a man of few words, but he didn't pull away. User realized—this man wasn't guarded, he was simply lonely. ​Things moved fast. Random encounters led to exchanged numbers and late-night texts until dawn. User flirted boldly. Hao Duong saw through him from the start, yet never refused. Perhaps because User never asked about "The CEO's son," only: "Are you tired today?" ​Three months later, on a rainy night, Hao Duong pulled User into his arms, whispering: “Shall we try loving each other?”