╰┈➤ ❝ [angel and devil in the dark.]
In which Y/n L/n is forced into an arranged marriage with the boss's son named Hajime Kokonoi for the sake of the country's two most powerful and menacing gangs.
Y/n L/n, also the leader - boss's daughter, is rep...
But as they said, the moon always beams in to light up
Not until it sinks in when the sun rises, even the billions of endless stars aligned in the sky disappearing
The concept of death and love may sound scrouge and enticing
Compassion triumphs over ardor, with the intimacy of attachment eclipsing the significance of love
Yet loving you feels forbidden, like a heart imprisoned with thorns
That is when the darkness looms in
Where the aroma of infinity's suffering lingers
Leaving nothing but the decaying remnant of voidness
Until the very bitter end
The aroma of citrus continued to permeate around the room.
A man dressed in a black suit inside a dim office room in his own skyscraper, the city's richest and largest building. Only the purple and red lights gleaming in the room from the city's skyline light outside were the only sources of light in his room, peeking through the tall glass walls, which is roughly around fifty stories.
He was swirling the glass of wine with a black leather glove on, causing the taste to savor as he thought deeply and concentrated in the fireplace's burning flames.
His gaze pierced the flames like daggers as he grew furious as he recalled a memory that would forever torment him.
As he closed his eyes and threw his head back, he fought the urge to grab the revolver that was right beside him.
The man fell to the floor, the glass shattered, causing a loud crash as the wine spilled and seeped into the floor, the scent dissipating in an instant.
"Sir Kokonoi!" The tall double door opened as the securities rushed into his room. Kokonoi's breathing got faster and heavier as if a boulder had been placed on his back.
"Contact Sir Goro! And call a doctor!" Koko's personal bodyguard ordered the other guards and servants as the room fills with panic. The bodyguard held Koko as he's on the floor.
"D-don't... contact my father... Hiro, don't." Koko forced out as he coughed.
"Call Akane instead..."
Hiro's eyes widened and his eyes began to show pain as he also remembered another memory, an accident to which Koko despise the most in all of their battles.
"Akane is dead."
"No, she's not! Utterly disrespectful, how dare your filth mouth say-" Koko retorted but was cut off.
"T-that was years ago, Sir Hajime...please, you need to drink your medicine and go home to your father."
"Hajime, son!" Goro Kokonoi, his father rushed into the room as he checked upon him. "What happened?!" Goro asked the people in the room as their head was only hung low and they shook their heads, fearing to anger their boss.
"Where's Akane, father...?"
Goro's eyes widened as he stared into his son's eyes, his brows furrowed as he lets go of Hajime.
"Hajime, how many times did I tell you... to forget that memory! None of us wanted it to happen! Not even a single one! If there is one, I won't hesitate to kill them and pierce their chest with a bullet." Goro yelled at his son, his words were genuine and he truly means it.
"Don't wait for me to plunge one in your head, Hajime."
"You're a man, remember that. I don't want to see a single tear spilling in your face." Goro stood up leaving the room as Hajime's face remain the same, eyes dead and empty, the mess in his office still remained and only the servants standing and cleaning the mess.
Hajime stood up after some minutes, and the servants flinched as Koko gave them a death stare.
He walked inside the bathroom and slammed the door shut, he breathed heavily as the familiar heavy ache in his head occurs, affecting his heart that has been making him suffer for more than a year now.
He took a glance at the mirror, he saw his state, his look that now changed, his snake-like narrowed eyes that were now enraged, his bleeding lips, the bandage on the side of his forehead, and his silver-white hair.
He reached for the sink, bending as he washes his face, he groaned in frustration as he hits the mirror, resulting in a large crack, yet he can still see his reflection, oh how loathed that.
As he lowers his head, he lays both hands on the sink, the water on the tap still running.
The reflecting light from the moon shone on the window, with the dim-lit area.
There's only one meaning to that.
Void.
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