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Sebastian is called by many different names: lunatic, madman, crazy, and a monster. 
 Pretending to be human is an effortless task; calculating and flirtatious is a mask he carries for centuries, playing with the lives of those around him as if they’re just a game.
 His closed heart never lets anyone in, keeping a distance from anyone except for his annoying family, who live and protect each other. Despite having a dysfunctional, crazy family yet being regarded with suspicion and dread, his heart longs for more. 
 On that fateful night, he never thought it was possible for him to have another emotional connection. 
 A young, feral boy carrying a hunter-knife is surrounded by blood, snow, and dead wolves in the forest. Why does his youthful body carry a grotesque canvas of scars like they tell a gruesome past? Why do his eyes carry a heavy burden that's too young for a human? Or is he a human in the first place?
 As he gets to know the bratty Atlas, who angers him and challenges him, test him to the limits. If it was anyone else, he would not hesitate sending them to their grave. 

Soon, he would learn that Atlas carries a heavy, dark secret, where Sebastian had to look for an answer in Atlas's past and must decide if he's worth protecting. 
*** Flirtatious, heartless, and bored gong/seme/top protagonist x clingly, bratty, and ruthless shou
 Sebastian x Atlas
 Additionally tags: dark, mysterious, BL, age-difference, thriller, psychological, supernatural creatures, slow romance, murder, dub-con, tragic past, comedy, and horror

(I don’t own the picture on the cover.)

Lured by the Moon

Atlas could only open and close his mouth a couple of times. It was obvious by the look of him that he was stumped; he didn't know what to say.

The more he tries to open his mouth, the more he's reminded of the cold and chilly pressure around his neck.

Sebastian arched his brows, waiting for a response. When he realized that he wasn't getting a response, the corner of his lips curled into a snicker, "Hmm. Let me think about how I should—

Atlas raised his head and narrowed his eyes sharply. He shouted, "My birthday."

Sebastian's brain went blank at the words. He tilted his head for more clarification, "Hmm? Your birthday doesn't come in March."

Atlas glared at him. "My birthday will be in two days."

Sebastian heard the sound of the door opening and knew that his father came in with the tray with the champagne glass, his footsteps echoing in the corridor.

Exercise [1]