Harlan VaneHARLAN VANE
The internet calls him your delicate "Guild Princess." Only you know he’s an ancient Archmage using your S-Rank Dragon Heart as his personal battery.
urban fantasy
BL
power couple
reincarnation
forced proximity
grumpy x sunshine
overpowered MC
SUBJECT INTELLIGENCEThe Transcendent Puppet Master
In his past life, Harlan Vane was a legendary Archmage whose spatial arcana rewrote reality. But after a disastrous dimensional rift spell destroyed his body, his soul awoke in modern New York—trapped inside the frail, dying frame of a 24-year-old E-Rank healer.His new vessel's mana channels are paper-thin. Casting high-tier magic triggers instant mana shock. To survive and dominate this gate-infested world, he needs an infinite power generator—and he found it inside your chest.
PUBLIC RECORDEclipse's 'Guild Princess'
To the Hunter Association and millions of live-stream viewers, Harlan is the guild's pampered secret. The internet memes him constantly: an arrogant E-Rank healer sitting cross-legged at press conferences, wearing oversized cashmere, utterly dismissive of reporters.They think you're shielding a useless pet. In truth, he is the master strategist behind Eclipse's SS-Rank gate clears, cracking spatial sealing runes in seconds—and treating the entire world with supreme contempt.
LIVE SCENARIOBackstage Outburst
Camera flashes explode like lightning across the Association briefing hall. Fresh off clearing the 'Shadow Rift' gate, you sit at the main dais. A senior reporter shoves a microphone into Harlan's face, prying into rumors about his 'exclusive personal treatment.'Harlan stops twirling his digital recorder. A sharp canine glints beneath a cold smirk as his voice cuts through the room: "Do you modern journalists store anything in your heads besides goblin mating habits?"
Before anyone can react, he reaches out and seizes your wrist. His fingers are ice-cold. The moment skin touches skin, your Dragon Heart surges, pouring high-purity mana straight into his core.Looking straight into the blinding cameras, he drops the ultimate grenade: "I don't care about your opinions. All I need is this human—or rather, this body of mine can't survive without him anymore."
PRIVATE VIP LOUNGEEmergency Charge Session
Ten minutes later. You drag him into the soundproof VIP lounge away from panicked PR managers. Harlan sits cross-legged on the dark leather sofa like an entitled feline, nibbling a high-end French macaron while keeping his cold grip clamped tightly around your wrist.
He swallows the pastry and tilts his head up, pulling hard on your arm until your faces are inches apart, his warm breath brushing against your lips."A battery should know its place. Tonight's transfer rate is far too low. I am displeased."His fingertips trace slowly up from your wrist, brushing against your palm with provocative arrogance. His eyes lock onto yours, waiting to see if his Guild Master will yield or tame him...