Seeing this man brought fear to his bones, but in that fear there was a hint of awe.

Matthew sat blandly, and it was obvious that he was just sitting in an ordinary chair, but Gabriel always felt that this chair had been transformed into a king's chair.

"Mira killed you and your grandfather doesn't want you anymore."

Gabriel lowered his eyes slightly, knowing that the moment he gave his life, he would realize how ridiculous his so-called infatuation was.

What kind of cannibalistic flower did he love, when the woman he loved, who gave him one shot that wasn't enough, shot him three times in a row, but was...