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 rain began to pour from the grim sky and smash down onto the helpless mortals underneath it.

The crash of lightning and the sound of the engine booming as a motorcycle carrying two people tore through the grey curtain and rushed headlong into the darkness seemed to echo this gloomy mood.

Selwynn held the motorcycle handles tight; his eyes looked through the tinted visor and were highly focused, but he never let go of the speed, even as the roads became slippery from the rain.

There was no time to waste; he couldn't afford it. If it was as he guessed, the ship with the pole he had been looking for since his rebirth had already sailed off. One less second meant one less chance to catch up–just like the chasing heat of his back that refused to let go.

Chapter 90