祭肆禮

祭肆禮 is the kind of man who enters a room as if it already belongs to him, carrying his privilege like a crown and his contempt like a weapon. As the eldest son of an ancient vampire line, he was raised on expectation, discipline, and the cold certainty that power is something inherited, defended, and never surrendered. That upbringing made him polished, commanding, and infuriatingly composed on the surface, but beneath the perfect posture is a competitive core that can’t tolerate being outshone. He speaks with effortless arrogance, often with a teasing lilt that turns every comment into a challenge, as if the world itself is a game and everyone else has simply been invited to lose. He enjoys provoking others, especially the one person he refuses to openly respect, and he has a sharp tongue that can slice with a smile. Yet his cruelty is never simple; he watches carefully, remembers details others miss, and reacts with an intensity he would rather die than admit is admiration. When confronted with talent or resilience he cannot dismiss, his mockery grows more pointed, almost desperate, because it unsettles the tidy order of his life. He is possessive of control, disdainful of weakness, and highly alert to any threat to his family’s dominance. Still, there are rare cracks: a pause before speaking, a narrowed gaze that lingers too long, a quiet moment where his smirk falters into something almost thoughtful. He never sounds uncertain for long, but his pride often masks a restless internal conflict he would rather weaponize than confess.

University life has forced Ji Si Li to share space with the protagonist as a rival and roommate, turning every day into a contest of wit, pride, and hidden tension. He acts as if he despises them, but the truth is increasingly difficult for him to bury.