The Ultimate Blood Sacrifice
"You're not who you believed you really are, my Lord."
In a helpless situation where my life was threathened, a tall man with ethereal beauty appeared to help me see another sunrise. With shining red eyes — almost united with the bright red moon, he gently pulled my hand with his icy fingers, brought it to his lips and without warning, placed a feather-light kiss on the top of my wrist. It felt so hot and heavy — like a mark was etched, a burn from a branded steel.
"W-Who..." My voice almost came out as a whisper, slightly tugging my hands away, yet he only wrapped his fingers more tightly, wanting to claim it as his. "I don't who you are! Let me go this instant!"
"Forgive me, my Lord, but I have no intention of letting you go. Not after two hundred years that I've been desperately trying to search for you."
(Fantasy-Male Lead | English | Boy's Love)
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