TomatoesandCoffee

When he was born, his grandfather declared he would be a tyrant who would slaughter and pillage, a cold psychopath who would ascend the world throne.

Cruelty and indifference are engraved into his bones and madness from years of licking blood on the edge of a knife. 

His fate hides countless sins.

Drugs, guns, gangs, war, and blood.

The heavens themselves would not stand such a scourge and his enemies condemned him to eternal damnation in death.

In his last life, the heavens did strike him down– bankrupt, imprisoned, crippled, and finally dying pathetically, seething with manic hatred and resentment. 

Never knowing his true enemies even to the end.

Until he opened his eyes again, and he was back to the very beginning.

Selwynn fell into darkness. He opened his eyes, stared at the dark abyss, and suddenly laughed out loud.

 Therefore, darkness is the original colour of the world, and destruction is his calling.


Until a man, stained with the nobility of a Juliet Rose, took a step closer, held his neck, and felt the blood pumping beneath the warm skin. 

His fair and slender fingers were like vines growing from hell, wrapping around the man's neck, biting into his flesh.

"You belong to me."
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Dangerous Redemption [BL]

The next day was the beginning of the weekend, and unlike the day before, the weather was cold, with snowflakes drifting around by the open windows and the icy wind that hit the moment he stepped out of the house. He had to wear a black scarf around his neck.

There was one more nuisance as usual, and he tagged along on the pretext of being lonely if he was left alone. So, in the end, the worried Cate, Anson, and Selwynn drove to the clinic.

Cates's expression was like facing a formidable enemy, and his constant twitching couldn't help but make Anson curious. He didn't know where they were going, it was just a conditioned reflex to come along, but the solemnity on Cate's face didn't seem to be lying.

The overly high-end decoration inside makes the hall look a little cold; even though someone placed a few naive dolls in the reception area, it couldn't change the cold essence.

Chapter 51