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#R18
#MYSTERY
#DARK
#POSSESSIVE
#SMUT
#BL
#KILLER
#POWERFULCOUPLE
#ENEMIESTOLOVERS
#OMEGAVERSE

[BL] EGOTISTIC

[18+, nsfw, mature content, sensitive content] "From the tips of his hair to his lips and eyes—everything about him is red. His entire being screams 'walking red flag.' And yet, he treats me differently... or is it just my imagination?" After the death of his parents in a car accident, Akagi Suga sold his parents' house and moved to another area. He raised his younger brother alone, their life didn't go smoothly but at least as long as Suga lived with his younger brother, their life was always pleasant. Until finally people from IHPS (International Human Protection Squad) approached him, making Akagi Suga remember again that his father was a former instructor of that special forces. He didn't want to get involved with people from an organization created by elites under the guise of ‘military’, an organization filled with crazy people, but when Nakajima Yuki, his childhood friend asked Suga to join IHPS, at first Suga refused, however— "It wasn't an accident, both your parents were killed." He already had this suspicion for a long time. 'Will going to IHPS make it easier for me to find out which organization killed my parents?' And why did a madman named Zion Hughes always make it difficult for him to find out about the organization? (ps ; I won't give warning for adult scenes iykwim, I will give warning if there's sensitive content)

chacantsleep · LGBT+
分數不夠
279 Chs
#R18
#MYSTERY
#DARK
#POSSESSIVE
#SMUT
#BL
#KILLER
#POWERFULCOUPLE
#ENEMIESTOLOVERS
#OMEGAVERSE

38*

With warm breaths brushing against his neck and a deep, husky voice, Zion seemed to be coaxing Suga into relaxing his body. His words sounded as though the man was trying to remind himself not to immediately act on his desires.

Suga's eyes fluttered as he focused on the ceiling, trying to keep his breathing steady. He murmured quietly, "Aren't you tired?"

The lips against his neck paused, and Zion lifted his face. Their proximity was so close that Suga could see the crimson eyes with a slight hint of olive at the center— a detail he'd overlooked before. It was striking—a rare eye color seen only in alpha primes, a hue that Suga found perfectly fitting for this man.

"Are you tired?" Zion didn't respond directly, instead, he turned the question back on Suga.

"Ugh ...." The fingers that had been inside were taken out in one quick pull, strangely, Suga felt empty. He nodded, and Zion frowned as if trying to think of something.