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The Weeping Moon

That night was supposed to be the celebration of their third anniversary. The sky above the grand penthouse was crystal clear, as if providing a stage for the full moon to show itself in all its glory.In the back garden overlooking the city lights, Luna set the dining table with hands that trembled slightly. It wasn’t out of fear, but because of the heart flutters she felt every time Michael—the man who had rescued her from the cruel world of night clubs—was about to return home.To Luna, Michael was the center of her universe. He was the man who would willingly spend thousands of dollars just to fill the garden with flowers that bloomed regardless of the season."Do you like it?" Michael asked, inhaling the scent of vanilla from the crook of her neck. "Did you cook by yourself again? I told you, just let the servants do it. I don't want your soft hands to get hurt."Luna let out a small laugh, turned around, and planted a kiss on her lover's nose. "Once in a while is fine. Besides,

The Bloodless Man

Luna awoke to a rhythmic throbbing that threatened to split her skull. Her vision was a blurred mess, but the stench of rusted iron and stagnant dampness bit into her senses instantly. As her focus returned, her heart skipped a beat.On a small wooden table nearby, a macabre display awaited: a row of daggers in varying sizes, iron pliers, and arrows that gleamed wickedly under the dim, flickering light.Luna flinched, trying to pull her hands back, but a sharp metallic clink cut her short. Her wrists were bound in cold iron shackles, bolted directly into the concrete wall. Cold sweat began to bead on her forehead as two masked men approached with a casual gait—as if breaking a human being was merely a mundane part of their daily routine.“Oh, you’re awake?” one of them rasped, his voice a sickening grate. “You slept a long time. We were getting bored waiting. Even the water didn't wake you.”“Let me ... go!” Luna thrashed, the chains biting into her skin. “You took the wrong person!”

Inevitable Desire

Michael gazed anxiously at his lover, who was sleeping with a deathly pale face. Luna had repeatedly refused his visits, but he could no longer restrain the urge to see the woman who held his heart.Her body was dotted with dark, bruised punctures. Though minuscule, their sheer number made the evidence of her torture hauntingly clear. Occasionally, Luna let out a soft groan; the agony was too much for her fragile frame to bear.Michael picked up a tube of ointment from the table and began to apply it with trembling care. His mind seethed with a white-hot rage—not at the one who had tried to poison him, but at Yohan, his own father. The old man had dared to order an interrogation of his precious girl without his consent, despite knowing full well that Michael was utterly infatuated with her.“You’re awake, Love,” Michael murmured as Luna’s eyes slowly fluttered open.“Michael … what are you doing here? Ah—!”“Calm down. Your body haven't fully closed yet.”“Didn't I forbid you from com

The Gambling King

The bitter aroma of tobacco smoke clung to every corner of the room as Michael stepped into the bar. The clinking of glasses and the boisterous laughter seemed to be sucked dry by the frigid air he brought with him. The old man across the table, who had been laughing loudly just moments before, abruptly straightened his posture.A waitress approached with a silver tray, attempting to pour whisky into Michael’s crystal glass. However, when her eyes accidentally met his—dark, void of expression—her hands began to tremble violently.“F-forgive me, Sir ..,” she whispered, her voice catching. A few drops of whisky splashed onto the expensive wooden table. “Please, mercy … it was an accident.”The bar’s guards, stationed in the corners, instinctively reached for the weapons at their waists. They were wary of Yohan’s son; Michael’s reputation preceded him as the man who once broke a dealer’s fingers simply for misdealing a single card.“Master, should we handle this stupid woman?” a bodyguar

A Man’s Plaything

Michael’s hand hovered near his ankle, ready to draw his concealed pistol. His eyes narrowed, tracking the four strangers who had suddenly emerged from behind the velvet curtains.Seeing his guarded stance, Harmer let out a dry chuckle. “Haha, for a second I thought you’re the bravest alive. Relax, Boy. I only want to show you something.”The old man, a veteran of the illicit drug trade, gave a sharp nod. Immediately, the blonde woman beside him lunged, attempting to snatch a single rose from Harmer’s aide.She was clever, realizing her raw strength was no match for four hulking men. Instead, she moved like a shadow, targeting their vital points with surgical precision. The skirmish in the cramped room shattered several tables, but her lithe frame was far more agile than her opponents. Within moments, all four men—each triple her size—collapsed, gasping for air after she struck their solar plexus and delivered a punishing blow to their groins.“Boss.” The woman knelt, presenting the ro

The Enchantress

The sharp sting of alcohol and the lingering scent of gunpowder clung to Michael’s blazer. On a private pier hidden from any police radar, Michael stood with a cold, imposing presence. Before him, dozens of wooden crates bearing the eagle insignia were being hoisted into a massive container ship."Has everything been inspected?" Michael asked, a cigarette dangling from his lips."Yes, Master. Thirty sets of high-voltage gear, fifty pistols, and the 'flour' requested by the Black Lions are in the lower hold. Everything is clean," one of his men reported with a low bow.Michael gave a curt nod. He didn't care about the billions that would flood his accounts tonight. His mind was fixed on Luna’s pale face. Guilt and obsession had made him loathe himself. Throughout the journey back, he stared into a void. Upon reaching the mansion, he snatched a bottle of whisky from his aide and drank it straight—like a man who no longer believed in tomorrow.“How much longer must we play nice, Sapphire?

The Trapped Rat

Michael leapt through the shattered window frame, completely ignoring the shards of glass slicing into his palms. Rage had entirely consumed his sanity.Within seconds, he landed in the garden, planting his dress shoe firmly onto the servant’s gunshot-wounded calf. He pressed down with all his might until a piercing shriek shattered the silence of the night."Who sent you?""No one, I did it of my own free will.""Impossible."Yohan’s son grabbed the servant's collar, lifting him until they were eye to eye."Answer me while I'm still asking nicely.""What's the point? If I'm going to end up dead anyway, why should I tell yo

A Bloody Dawn

The slow, rhythmic drip of water from a dark corner echoed through the basement. There was the faint, metallic scrape of shifting chains, followed by the ragged breathing of a human being realizing that death was closing in.Sapphire pulled up a chair, flipped it around, and sat straddling it in front of the maid. He wasn’t rushing. He wasn’t angry. And that was precisely what made him terrifying."You know," Sapphire said, his gaze cool and steady. "Master Michael must be having a grand old time upstairs. He wouldn’t dream of bothering himself with a rat like you. But me? I’ve got all the time in the world."Sapphire stood and circled the chair, stopping directly behind her."I can still smell the cyanide mixed with flower nectar from the tea on the floor. How quaint. Whoever sent you must be an old-timer who refuses to let go of the traditional ways.""J-just kill me. I’m not telling you anything.""Dying is easy, you bastard. The hard part is staying sane in my hands." Sapphire yank

A Dagger in the Hand

Golden sunlight streamed through the expansive windows of Michael’s private training room. In the far corner, the sharp-featured man stood in silence, his gaze fixed entirely on Luna as she trained in the center of the hall."Master, are you certain you want me to train her?" Efrosina asked, her eyes never straying from the mats. Her tone was calm, yet carried that underlying edge of defiance—the kind that always offered itself up like a dare."Teach her how to fight. At the very least, enough to throw a punch and defend herself," Michael replied coldly. He took a slow sip of his coffee, his eyes still locked on his lover. "Don't push her to exhaustion. She’s a bit fragile today.""Understood. I will teach her a low-energy style, optimized for bringing down an opponent efficiently."

Pandora's Box

Luna was still clutching the water bottle Efrosina had handed her. She could no longer feel the cold against her palm; her thoughts were in a state of utter chaos."Instead of buying out an entire establishment and everyone in it, it is much cleaner to simply burn it to the ground."The sentence kept looping in her mind as she wiped the sweat from her brow. She tried desperately to convince herself that Efrosina was just speaking recklessly. That Michael—the man who had just kissed her forehead so tenderly—was incapable of such brutality."No, that can't be right," Luna argued, more to herself than anyone else. "Even if he has a dark side, I know he wouldn't be that savage.""Are you not even a little afraid of him?"

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