Louis' POV
Numbness....
That is all I was feeling. Not from the blood I was losing but from betrayal.
My lover... My Akin.... He promised me he'll protect me. But in the end promises are always broken. I knew it and yet believed his word like a damn fool. He stood tall as always beside my half alive form, grinning in triumph. It didn't settle with me, something felt wrong but I couldn't place my finger on it.
"Why...?"
That was all I could manage to say but it came out as a rasped whisper. I wanted to ask him, beg him to tell me what I did wrong that he had to retort to theses methods. All I could think of in my final moments were our happy times. The way his smile had brightened up my darkest days, the dimple he got on his left cheek when he laughed too hard, the little mole under his right eye....
I'm not able to remember more. I want to. Does that mean I am already dying?
"Akin...why?" I managed to rasp it out with the last bit of strength I had left in my body. All i heard was a laugh and then it all went black.
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Why...?
FantasyAkin (ah-kin), a ruthless assassin, is the best in his organization. He never fails to get his job done. But underneath all that tough exterior is a child who yearns for love. Louis Lillian Cardoz, the second son of the most influential family that...
