For Sojin, everything had started from that cursed territory. His mother, Kang Herin, was obsessed with the idea of acquiring that piece of land. Initially, the task was assigned to the younger son, Minje, but he had failed. Sojin was forced to intervene and tried to solve the matter within the limits of the law. The owner of the area almost agreed, but at the last moment, for an incomprehensible reason, he changed his mind, and Minje was brutally beaten by unknown men.

​Since that day, Sojin’s life had become a nightmare. His mother was furious.

​The warehouse door opened, and Kang Herin walked in. Her appearance inspired terror: her long, light silver hair shimmered in the dark, and her light blue eyes, accentuated with kohl and a cold pink hue, looked into the void. Her right arm was completely covered in tattoos that hid the scars of the past. She possessed an oppressive aura before which even the strongest men bowed their heads.

​— Sojin, — her voice was as cold as a north wind, — your brother’s attackers are still free, and the territory is not yet ours. I didn't give you permission to practice art so that you could grow weak. This matter must be settled with blood if the law does not help. Find them and show them who the master of this city is.

​Sojin was forced to return to the life he was running from. He plunged into fights, pursuits, and dangerous negotiations. That was the reason he hadn't come to work for days.

​In Seoul, Aziel couldn't find peace. Sojin’s absence was driving him to madness. With each passing day, the anxiety inside him grew. He could no longer wait at the restaurant or listen to Minho’s soothing words.

Something bad has happened, I can feel it, — thought Aziel.

​One day, when Sojin once again failed to show up for work, Aziel resolutely gathered his things. He knew where he had to go. The studio... the only place where Sojin might be or at least might have left a trace.

Aziel reached the studio door. His heart was pounding violently. He touched the door handle with a trembling hand, not knowing what awaited him inside. Was Sojin there, or was he too late?

​Aziel hadn't even managed to raise his hand to knock when the door opened. Sojin was standing on the threshold. His appearance terrified Aziel: his face was covered in bruises, his lip was torn, and fresh marks of a brutal fight were visible on his body.

Both froze. Aziel’s eyes instantly filled with tears, and no longer able to restrain himself, he simply threw himself into Sojin’s arms.

​Aziel stood before Sojin, his hands trembling so much that he couldn't even wipe the warm tears flowing down his cheeks. Seeing Sojin’s wounds, something inside him finally broke. There was no longer the shy boy who hid his gaze; there was only one who was scared to death of losing the only meaning of his life.

​— I... I didn't know where to go, — he began, his voice trembling and breaking with sobs, — I went to work every day only with the hope of seeing you, but you weren't there... and I started thinking the worst things. I thought you had just used me and left, then I thought maybe they had hurt you... Sojin, I’ve never been this terrified.

​He took a step forward, grabbing the edge of Sojin’s shirt as if afraid he would disappear again.

— I don't care who you are or what family you're from. I don't know if this is normal or not, and I no longer care what people say. I just know that without you, I don't exist. That night on the beach... I didn't want you to go. I see you in my dreams every night, I look for you in every movement. I love you... I love you so much that my heart aches every time you're not by my side. Please, don't disappear like that anymore, don't make me mourn you while you're still alive.

​Aziel spoke quickly, the words mixing together; he stammered, but in his eyes was such an infinite devotion that it was impossible not to notice. He put his whole soul into this chaotic confession, opening his darkest and brightest corners.

Sojin listened in silence until the end. A slight, reassuring smile suddenly appeared on his face.

​— Will you be my model to continue the painting? — he asked in a low voice. Aziel, with tears still flowing down his cheeks, could only nod silently.

​They went inside. While Aziel tried to calm down, Sojin prepared the paints. Suddenly, Aziel froze, looking at him with a frightened gaze.

— Sojin... I didn't bring my stage clothes. How am I going to be a model?

​Sojin laughed out loud. That laughter confused the boy for a moment, but Sojin approached and said gently: — There’s nothing terrible about it. Just strip down to your underwear. We can continue the painting like that.

​Aziel calmed down, undressed, and took his position. Silence reigned. Sojin was immersed in his work, and Aziel in his thoughts. Suddenly, the silence was broken by Aziel’s loud laughter. Sojin was confused; he took the blanket from the corner, wrapped it around Aziel, and sat him on the sofa.

​— Why were you laughing?

— I remembered how I was looking at you in terror just a moment ago, thinking about my clothes, — said Aziel, catching his breath, still flushed from laughter, — I just imagined how stupid I looked at that moment.

Sojin sighed with relief and smiled. He realized everything was fine and Aziel was just letting off steam. But the silence didn't last long.

​Aziel suddenly threw the warm blanket aside and jumped into Sojin’s lap. He looked into Sojin’s eyes, no longer ashamed of his desires.

— I don't know much about these things, but I’ve watched videos, gathered information, and I want to show you my knowledge.

​Sojin’s gaze turned predatory, sharp and cunning like a predator’s. He leaned forward slightly, invading Aziel’s personal space, and his voice became low, husky, and dangerous.

— Videos, then? — he whispered, cautiously grabbing Aziel’s chin and forcing him to look right into his eyes. — And what did those videos teach you, little one? Do you know that theory is very far from reality? Are you prepared for everything they don't show on screens? And did they tell you there what happens to those who dare to provoke someone like me? — Sojin continued, his breath hot against Aziel’s ear, sending a shiver through the boy's body. — You seem confident, but I see how your hands are shaking. Was it written there how you should breathe when I start to possess every centimeter of your body? Or maybe you want to show me your practical skills right now?

​Sojin’s every word, the timbre of his voice, and that ironic but passionate gaze made Aziel flustered for a moment. But then Sojin moved closer and kissed him—wild and demanding. That kiss was like a spark for Aziel; a new, more powerful force woke up inside him.

He began to quickly remove Sojin’s clothes. When Sojin remained completely naked, a long-awaited wow involuntarily escaped Aziel’s lips, almost a whisper. He didn't even try to hide his admiration; his eyes sparkled with passion and curiosity.

​Sojin smirked. He ran his hand through Aziel’s hair, gripped it firmly, and pulled his head back a little, forcing him to look into his eyes.

— If you like what you see that much, then don't limit yourself to just looking, — Sojin whispered, holding his breath near his lips. — Use your mouth to give me pleasure. Right now. Show me how you can apply the lessons you saw.

​Those words were a blatant command. Aziel felt his knees weaken. He understood that Sojin expected absolute obedience and wild initiative.

Aziel’s gaze changed. The delicate boy disappeared; a wild fire appeared in his eyes. He firmly pulled Sojin’s legs and raised them, putting him in an unusual position.

— You are so beautiful and delicious, I can't restrain myself anymore, — whispered Aziel and began to kiss Sojin’s anus.

​Sojin blushed; he tried to command him to stop, but Aziel was relentless.

— The video said this gives great pleasure to the partner, — he said and slid his tongue inside. Sojin lost himself; uncontrollable sounds escaped his mouth.

Aziel slowly raised his head, breathless but with a triumphant look. His eyes began to slowly and openly scan Sojin’s entire nakedness—from his fingertips to the wounds that now made his image even more sexual.

​— You have no idea how perfect you are, — Aziel whispered, carefully touching Sojin’s wide and firm shoulders. — Your skin... it’s so warm.

Aziel watched in fascination the play of his muscles with every heavy breath. He slid his hand over those tight lines, as if trying to memorize every contour of his body.

— And this... — Aziel paused at Sojin’s penis, which now looked even more prominent and powerful. — I didn't imagine it could be this... huge and beautiful. In the videos, everything was different, but yours... it’s just ideal. This size... it drives me crazy.

​He continued his study, praising every corner of Sojin’s body—his strong thighs, the color of his skin, and even the scars that had become symbols of strength in Aziel’s eyes.

— Every centimeter of you is a work of art, Sojin. I want to taste you completely, — he said and looked back into Sojin’s eyes, where shock, pleasure, and pride were mixed.

​— Fool... where did you learn such lewdness? — Sojin barely whispered as Aziel’s warm tongue began to skillfully play with him. Sojin’s body stretched like a wire. The pleasure was so fierce that he lost control. Aziel did not spare him; he took him in full length, letting Sojin’s passion hit his throat.

Sojin’s moans turned into half-choked growls. — Aziel... — he barely uttered when he felt he could no longer endure it.

Seconds later, Sojin’s body shuddered, and his semen erupted into Aziel’s mouth. The boy greedily swallowed every drop, his gaze not breaking from Sojin’s crazed eyes. He slowly licked his lips.

— It’s so delicious, Sojin, — said Aziel with a triumphant tone.

​Sojin lay weakened, trying to regain consciousness. — You’re just mentally ill... a real psycho, — he whispered, but interest was burning in his eyes. — You understand that I’m simply not going to leave you alone after this?

Aziel’s gaze signaled that this was just a warm-up. He fliped Sojin, laying him on his stomach. Sojin’s muscles betrayed him.

A perfect view opened before Aziel: Sojin’s sleek back, firm buttocks, and toned legs. Aziel hugged him and lifted him so that Sojin’s knees bent. Sojin’s head was down, and his rear was raised and open.

Aziel greedily grabbed Sojin’s buttocks and opened them, exposing his pink entrance. Sojin blushed; he wanted to escape this position, but Aziel pinned him down. He bit Sojin’s earlobe and, without warning, thrust a finger into his anus. Sojin screamed from pain and shock.

​— Relax, my love, relax... — Aziel began to whisper sweet words, but he didn't stop.

The first finger was followed by a second, then a third. Sojin felt his body being torn.

— According to my information, it will hurt a little at first, but then it will become pleasant, — Aziel whispered, continuing to prepare his opening. — It’s very important to stretch well so I don't hurt you.