[PRE-ORDER] Kang Wolhan and Dimitri LeFleur A4 Print

Celebrate Pride with a timeless enemies-to-lovers tale featuring Kang Wolhan and Dimitri LeFleur — two rivals who vie for the spotlight by day, only to find solace in each other’s arms by night.

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STORY:

Kang Wolhan stood alone beneath a solitary spotlight, the hem of his coat catching the ghostly stir of the stage wings.

Though applause still rang beneath the velvet canopy of the theater, his focus was elsewhere, fixed on the faint, far-off click of a dressing room door quietly closing.

Dimitri had left early.. again.

Their rivalry had been the theatre’s lifeblood for the past year. Every scene, every duet charged with something unspoken. 

The audience devoured it. Passion disguised as hate, tension masquerading as disdain.

But behind the curtain, there was something.. else.

Kang found Dimitri inside his dressing room, the glow of the vanity bulbs casting warm halos against the mirror. The room was quiet, save for the soft crackle of a cigarette between Dimitri’s fingers, his expression unreadable as he stared at his own reflection, smoke curling toward the ceiling like a sigh unspoken.

“You left before the curtain call,” Kang said quietly, his voice devoid of the arrogance he wore onstage.

Dimitri exhaled a stream of smoke. “So did you, once.”

Kang stepped closer, his boots echoing on the blood-soaked carpet. “Is that what this is? Tallyin' who walks away first?”

There was a pause. Dimitri didn’t answer. 

His eyes flicked to Kang, their crimson pools darkened by something more complicated.

Kang reached out, fingers brushing Dimitri’s wrist. “You know I don’t hate 'ya, cher.”

Dimitri’s laugh was bitter. “You flirt with me like it’s an act.”

“It ain't.”

Another silence fell between them, heavy and uncertain. Then Dimitri turned fully, cigarette falling from his fingers to the carpet.

“I can’t be your secret,” he murmured.

Kang’s claws moved to Dimitri’s jaw, tilting his face up gently. “Then don’t be, Dimi. Come on, let me stay with you tonight."

A beat. Then Dimitri leaned in, their foreheads touching.

“I never stood a chance against you,” he whispered.

“Good,” Kang breathed, lips ghosting his, “because I never wanted to win.”