Special Treatment（Loyal and Domineering Top x Proud and Alluring Bottom）

The airport buzzed with the usual chaos: hurried footsteps, faint announcements over the intercom, and the occasional shrill cry of a child. Among it all, Ethan lugged his oversized suitcase, his steps sluggish as exhaustion weighed him down. He wasn’t just physically drained—three years of studying overseas and the long-haul flight back home had left him mentally frayed, too. Finally managing to find a quiet corner, he pulled out his phone and dialed his mom’s number for what felt like the hundredth time. The ringtone droned on, teasing him with the faint hope that she might actually pick up this time. And then, a miracle: the call connected. “Mom!” Ethan nearly yelled, relief and irritation mingling in his voice. But before he could say anything else, her voice cut him off. “Ethan, your dad and I are busy. We can’t come to get you. Just take a cab home, alright?” “Wait—” Ethan tried, but the line went dead with a sharp beep. For a moment, he simply stared at the phone in disbelief. Busy? Three years—three whole years—and his parents couldn’t even spare the time to pick him up from the airport? No welcome party, no heartfelt hugs, not even a token, “We missed you.” His lips twisted into a wry smile. “Of course,” he muttered to himself. “I must be adopted.” Dragging his suitcase with renewed annoyance, he trudged toward the exit, his mind stewing over his parents’ complete lack of enthusiasm. A grand homecoming banquet, he had thought. Maybe a few relatives, some over-the-top fanfare to mark his return. Clearly, he had overestimated their excitement. He was halfway to the main doors when an unexpected sound pierced through the general airport noise—a cacophony of high-pitched squeals. “Ryan! Ryan, look this way!” “Oh my God, he’s even hotter in person!” Ethan stopped in his tracks, a frown tugging at his brow. Ryan Carter. The name was as familiar to him as it was irritating. A celebrity heartthrob, Ryan was the golden boy of tabloid magazines, his face plastered on every cover alongside endless rumors and scandals. Ethan had never understood the appeal. To him, Ryan Carter was the embodiment of everything superficial and shallow, a man who coasted on good looks and charm while the world fell at his feet. And yet, here in the middle of the airport, Ryan’s name was enough to send a small mob of girls into hysterics. Rolling his eyes, Ethan quickened his pace, eager to escape the chaos. He had neither the time nor the patience to deal with this circus. But life had other plans. As he neared the exit, the screaming fangirls surged forward, creating a tidal wave of bodies that sent Ethan sprawling onto the cold tile floor. His suitcase toppled over, spilling its contents—books, notebooks, and a stack of handwritten manuscripts—everywhere. Pain shot up his palms as he caught himself, and for a moment, he simply sat there, stunned and boiling with rage. Unbelievable. Before he could fully register his frustration, a hand appeared in front of him. Without thinking, Ethan grabbed it and hoisted himself up. “Are you alright?” The voice was smooth, deep, and infuriatingly pleasant. Ethan’s head snapped up, his retort dying on his tongue as he found himself face-to-face with none other than Ryan Carter. His mind blanked for a split second, then filled with a torrent of disbelief. Of course, it had to be him. “I’m fine,” Ethan bit out, his tone clipped. He crouched down to gather his scattered belongings, his movements stiff and jerky. Ryan didn’t move away. Instead, he crouched down as well, his long fingers deftly picking up a few stray pages. “You dropped these,” Ryan said, holding out the papers. Ethan snatched them back, his grip a little too firm. “Thanks,” he muttered, though his tone made it clear he wasn’t thankful at all. Ryan didn’t seem bothered. His gaze drifted to the pages in Ethan’s hands, curiosity sparking in his eyes. “You’re a writer?” Ethan froze for half a second before standing abruptly. “That’s none of your business,” he said, stuffing the papers back into his bag with haphazard force. Ryan raised an eyebrow, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Touchy, aren’t we?” Ignoring him completely, Ethan turned on his heel and marched toward the exit. His heart was pounding for reasons he couldn’t quite explain, and he was desperate to get out of there. Behind him, Ryan watched him leave, his expression thoughtful. Most people either gushed over him or fawned shamelessly. Ethan, with his sharp tongue and obvious irritation, was a refreshing change. As Ethan disappeared into the crowd, Ryan’s smirk widened. “Well,” he murmured to himself. “That was interesting.”