WHEN TWO RED FLAGS KISS.
~ SORA HELL MORGATHOR ~
Since my appointment to the throne, my cousin on paper has fully embraced the role of archnemesis, dedicating every breath to my downfall. He is a walking tantrum in a tailored suit, still crying about a crown that was never going to fit his head anyway.
My life wasn’t perfect, but ever since I was adopted into the Hell Morgathor family, staying alive has become a full-time hobby, mostly because every move I make is now at the mercy of men who treat human lives like disposable currency.
It’s nice to know I’ve brought the city together; apparently, having me in charge is the only thing everyone can agree is a terrible idea.
My cousin on paper views me as the ultimate gatekeeper, Largely thanks to the fact that I have the audacity to keep breathing while he wants my chair, treating my pulse like a personal insult to his resume.
☠️☠️☠️☠️
~A-JUN HELL MORGATHOR ~
All I want is my family to stop being a shadow. A woman carries the family name, whereas my father is subjected to being the underboss.
As if things aren’t bad enough, an adopted female child is coded to be the next Don, and she had the guts to accept the offer.
I was fully prepared to end her life, but I was suddenly struck by lightning, or maybe it was just her impeccable skincare routine, and I decided to let it slide, distracted by her face and forgot why I was even holding a weapon.
I'm currently temporarily blinded by her sheer audacity to be that gorgeous while I’m trying to work.
But until when will I be distracted?