Apples_is_sweet

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

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Lured by the Moon

Sebastian watched the youth slowly rise from his position, dirt smeared on his cheeks, but anyone can see a large handprint underneath the dirt and on his neck.

It's as if someone had completely ground him or pulverized his flesh into a punching bag.

He turned around and was about to head to the car with the youth following him behind.

From the corner of his eye, he saw a large black boot swinging from his car.

His eyes narrowed; a hint of recognition runs through his gaze.

How did I not hear anything? Not a thing—no footsteps.

He raised his neck and saw his father sitting on top of his car in a precarious situation. His legs were bent over, and while his other leg was swinging back and forth, over and over again.

His father bored into him with a dark gaze and asked calmly, "Son, what are you up to? Why did you compel him? Lastly, I thought werewolves can't be compelled."

Dark Hour [4]