His Master by Day, His Cuddle Buddy by Night

Seikas is a nobleman with boundless wealth who takes pleasure in tormenting slaves. He especially loves abusing that black-eyed wretch. He personally ruined half the man’s face and broke his legs, only to eventually be crushed by the man’s rise to power and turned into mincemeat for the dogs.

Reborn, he sees that same trembling figure again. Those eyes are infuriatingly familiar. His victim has returned with his memories, too.

Redemption? Clinging to the other man’s coattails? Seikas laughs like he wants to die. Last time, his whip wasn’t harsh enough, and his heart wasn’t hard enough. But, damn it, his skin hunger has come back with him, and the only person he can touch is the very slave who deserves to be hacked to pieces!

So by day, he lashes him mercilessly, leaving him drenched in blood. By night, trembling and unable to control himself, he crawls into the other man’s bed.

“...This is punishment. Yes, punishment.” Seikas repeats to himself, but he can’t suppress the strange restlessness in his heart.

[An actually vicious bottom, a love-struck top, both with a built-in madness streak. When sworn enemies meet again, will the slaughter begin anew, or will they sink into a pathological entanglement that turns day and night upside down?]

(They’re both abnormal people, a perfect match for each other. Who knows what happens after that? I don’t think I can make this very long. Maybe I won’t even write it.)

(This really hits all my favorite buttons, so I’ll jot it down first. Maybe I’ll write it, right?)