I’ve never known where the boundaries of sorrow lie, so I’ve never been sad.
All I’ve ever felt is hatred. But if even that is gone, what will be left?
A bewitching flower slowly blooms, concealing the scent of blood. The prey hunts cruelly and silently, while the hunter waits in stillness.
The darkness stretches without end. There is no light in this world.
A murder case five years ago cost him everything. From that moment on, he set out on a path of no return. What kind of world is built upon the bloodshed of royalty? He smiled silently as he watched this hunt unfold. He waited, silent and still.
Waiting for the hunter to die.
This is a BL story. The first male lead is a little young (not just a little, is he?), not exactly a young adult. If that’s not your thing (fidgets), there’s nothing I can do about it~
But please look forward to it~!
Looks good, come on.