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There May be somethings you dont like, so if you see anything uncomfortable to read, then click off my story immediately and get a better one, thanks.
This book is 17+!!
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Name: Y/n L/n Height: 5'9 Gender: Male Hair color: jet black Eye color: maroon red Body shape: slender, lean figure, a bit underweight(goes with OC's character I developed)
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⚠️mental health, manipulation, dark-romance. Worshipping, mind corruption.
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Suguru Geto is dead...
The malicious curse within Geto's vessel tilted its head, a glint of interest flickering in those cold eyes. With raised, knitted eyebrows and a sly grin, he observed the man at his feet, who clung desperately to the end of his robe, on the brink of a complete breakdown.
"S-Suguru-san! Suguru-san!" The man's voice cracked as he wailed, he frantically shouted, followed by panting and drooling. Tears streaked his face, mingling with the snot dripping from his nose, creating a pitiful yet oddly amusing sight as he looked up at Kenjaku.
Those long, black eyelashes were wet, and those reddish eyes were big and pathetic.
Suppressing a soft chuckle, Kenjaku closed his eyes and brought his fist to his mouth, trying to stifle his laughter. "Oh, my..." he cooed, his amusement evident even as he calmed himself down. Opening his eyes, a sinister grin spread across Geto's cold features as he gazed down at Y/n.
"What's this, now? How amusing," he remarked, his voice dripping with malice as he reveled in the mess unfolding before him.
It was a fact. It was the truth...
Finding out Surugu had been killed and that he was next, Y/n had to flee. He had to flee before Satoru Gojo came for him. Omg Satoru cum for me instead, Daddy 😩
God, he didn't want to believe it. No, this couldn't be happening to his Suguru, his dearest, the one who had rescued him from the depths of despair. Suguru was more than just a person to Y/n; he was the pinch of light in his foggy swarm of darkness.
