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The weapon he was built to be
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The Devil’s Boy A body made of scars
The room was still except for the creak of Kain’s chair as he pushed it back, getting up slowly, the fabric rustling softly as he did. He didn’t say anything or gesture or smile. He simply walked toward Luca with that unreadable calm he wore when he wasn’t playing a role. Luca sat there stiffly, uncertain where to look, not knowing if he should move, speak, or just hold his breath until he got a sign.Then, wordlessly, Kain reached for Luca’s hand.The touch wasn’t rough. It wasn’t even firm. It was just there, decisive, direct. Kain didn’t meet Luca’s gaze as he lifted the hand between them, the pads of Luca’s fingers brushing against his shirt first, then against the bare skin as Kain peeled the fabric away slowly.Kain placed Luca’s hand on his chest. Not where the heart beat, but a little off to the left, where the skin was uneven. Lumpy, cold.“Do you feel that?” Kain asked, his voice low.Luca nodded, his fingers twitching instinctively. What he felt wasn’t soft or clean; it wa
The Devil’s Boy The weapon he was built to be
The room was uncomfortably quiet again. He stumbled upon the paper by chance. It lay there on a polished desk that looked untouched. The sheets were thick, pristine, definitely not the sort of paper you’d find in a printer, but something more upscale. Next to it, there was a gold-ink pen, a mechanical pencil, and a ruler that felt off in his hand, like it carried memories of things it wasn’t meant for.He was pretty sure he wasn't supposed to mess with any of it. But the door hadn't clicked shut, and he couldn't bring himself to sleep. Lying on the bed made his arms twitch and his body ache for something to do, for something to hold on to.So, he sat cross-legged on the cold floor, placed the paper on the rug, and started to draw.It wasn’t anything special. It wasn’t meant to be. The first thing he sketched was a throat cut open, not because he wanted to, but because that was all his mind could conjure. It didn't ease up; it just forced the image forward, and his hand went along w
The Devil’s Boy Praise the monster
Luca’s hands trembled uncontrollably.He couldn’t comprehend the sensation rising within him, something twisted and broken, something his father might have labeled as evil if he had witnessed it.It stirred as if it had been lurking in the shadows, and now it was breaking free, gasping for air.His fingers lifted carefully.Not in defense.Not in fear.They slid gently into Kain’s hair.Luca swallowed hard. The strands were silky, almost too delicate for someone like him. They felt so clean, warm from the heat emanating from Kain’s skin. The man’s chest was still heaving as if he had just sprinted. His pupils remained wide, still high on the intensity of the moment.Perhaps Luca felt the same way.“T-thank you,” he managed to say, surprised by his own voice.Kain’s breath caught for just a moment, but his body grew still, as if the world had suddenly gone quiet.Kain’s hands released their hold on Luca’s arms. One hand hesitantly moved up, gently brushing against Luca’s cheek, once. A
The Devil’s Boy The devil bleeds
Kain’s shoulder still seeped blood.It flowed down his arm, warm and slow, saturating the fabric clinging to him like damp velvet. It should have slowed him down, but he moved as if it didn’t affect him, as if blood carried no weight, as if pain meant nothing.Then he turned.Luca didn’t notice he was leaning until Kain’s gaze fell on his cheek, his blood.Not Kain’s blood.Kain’s body stilled.In the midst of a chaotic crowd of screaming guests, bullets scattered across the marble, distant calls for backup, Kain reached for Luca’s face with a steady grip, neither rough nor gentle, just firm and unwavering, like he was handling a weapon.Luca dared not flinch, his breath trembling like leaves in the wind.Since rescuing Luca, Kain hadn’t uttered a word, no curses, no shouts, just silent, bloodied breaths.The bullet wound in Kain’s shoulder continued to trickle blood, streaming down his arm like syrup, splattering onto the pale cuff of his shirt. His jacket had already been torn away
The Devil’s Boy Shot at the devil
At first, the shot didn’t seem real.It cut through the air like a glitch, jarring and unexpected, like the world around them had skipped a beat. The violinist faltered, and a flute squeaked in confusion.Somewhere in the room, glass shattered, but for a moment, no one reacted. They all just blinked, caught in a moment of uncertainty. The wealthy guests, wearing masks, stood rigid, waiting as if someone would break the tension with laughter, claiming it was all a part of the act.Luca instinctively froze, falling a step behind Kain, his hands clenched at his sides like a well-trained pet, striving to remain inconspicuous, to breathe quietly, when that strange, piercing sound sliced through him like a knife. He gasped for air.“Stay close,” Kain said, his voice low and frigid, devoid of panic or fear, just pure calm.Without glancing back at Luca, his arm instinctively reached behind him, fingers wrapping around Luca's wrist like a leash.The music faded away completely, leaving an eer
The Devil’s Boy All the corner of this cage
Kain didn’t speak as he yanked Luca into the dull alcove. Didn’t ask. Didn’t check.He just moved, and Luca, breath stuttering in his throat, followed like instinct. Like muscle memory, like prey dragged by the wrist into a corner too narrow for dignity and far too close to the marble-spined frenzy of the ballroom outside.“What—?” Luca gasped, but the question broke in half as his back hit cold wall. “K–Kain—?”“Shut up.” The words hit first. Then the mouth. Hard.His lips crashed into Luca’s like punishment. No tenderness. No slow, earned hunger. Just claiming. Tongue forcing past lips, hot and aggressive, tasting like wine and danger. Kain bit his bottom lip mid-kiss, made him whimper, then pulled back only long enough to growl against his mouth.“You let him look at you.”“I—I d–didn’t—”“You did,” Kain hissed. His hand had already shoved into Luca’s blouse, fingers sliding up under the silk like knives under skin. “And you liked it.”Luca squirmed, not away. Just… shocked. Overwh
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