'How do you even begin to tell someone the truth when it’s uglier than anything they’ve imagined?'Tales was scared. His past is nothing but an utter pit of agony and dirt. He couldn't even dare to remember it. Much less say it out loud, informing Raja. But here he is.Raja leaned forward slightly, his presence overwhelming even in his stillness. “Please,” he urged softly, his voice steady but thick with emotion. “I’m not going anywhere.”Tales’ lips parted, but no words came out. The room felt too small and the air too heavy. He wanted to run, to escape the unbearable pressure of Raja’s gaze, but his body betrayed him. He stayed rooted to the spot, unable to move.'He deserves the truth,' Tales thought bitterly. 'Even if it makes him hate me more than he already does. Even if he'll stare at me with scrutiny.'Tales leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his voice steady but tinged with bitterness as he began. “My life before this... it wasn’t much. My mother was a drunk. A
Raja’s grip tightened around him, his mind caught between the agony of knowing and the fury of what had been done. They hurt him. They broke him. And they’re still out there. Freely roaming around!Tales shifted, his fingers still gripping Raja’s shirt like a lifeline. “Raja…” his voice was weak, exhausted. “Shut it.”Raja’s jaw clenched, his breath heavy with barely contained rage. “Tell me their names, Tales,” he demanded, his voice low but seething. “Every single one of them.”Tales hesitated, his throat tightening. “It won’t change anything,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. Raja leaned forward, his hands gripping the sides of Tales’ face, forcing him to look at him. “It is not over,” he growled. “You think they get to just disappear into the world after what they did to you? After what they took from you?” His voice shook with fury. “No, Tales. It’s not over until they’ve paid for it.”Then, just as Raja opened his mouth to swear vengeance, Tales’ voice cut through the
The fire burned low, casting dancing shadows against the walls, but neither of them moved. The air between them was filled with heavy tension, charged with something neither of them wanted to name. Tales still hadn’t pulled away. Raja’s breath was restrictedly shallow, his heart pounding against his ribs. He had expected disgust, rejection—anything but this unbearable stillness, this heat between them that neither seemed willing to break. Tales’ fingers twitched where they rested on his lap. His lips were slightly parted, his breaths uneven. Raja swallowed hard. “Tales…” His voice was rough, strained, barely above a whisper. Tales lifted his gaze and met his intense stare, and that was all it took. Raja moved first, or maybe they moved at the same time. It didn’t matter. Their mouths crashed together in a desperate, clumsy kiss, full of anger, regret, and something deeper—something neither of them could name. Tales’ hands gripped Raja’s shoulders, not pushing away, not pulling c
Tales blushes because he felt really embarrassed. How come in just one thrust, he came? But what's even worse is the shocked look of Raja's face bathing with his cum."Raja, that's —"Raja immediately displayed his playful smirk. He licked the side of his lips with Tales cum. "All it takes is one thrust? How sensitive are you Tales?" He teased. Tales immediately cover his face in embarrassment. He couldn't look at the man infront of him. And what's more worse is the fact that it keeps on licking his load. "Stop licking that!" He squawk. "Why not?" Raja asking with his raised eyebrows. And after sometime chuckled by Tales reaction. "So this is what you taste. I can't say I am a fan but I like the way you taste.""Shut up!" Tales hissed that is almost a whisper. A desperate plea to make Raja stop teasing him. "Make me then."Tales pressed his lips. Why does he keep being playful? But look who's talking — looking at Raja who's drench in sweat is making him even more horny. Without fu
Raja let out a slow, calculated breath, his hand still resting on Tales’ waist. His voice, when he finally spoke again, was steady—but there was something sorrowful beneath it. Something painful.“I followed you,” he admitted, his grip tightening slightly. “After I found you in that café, I followed you.”Tales inhaled sharply, but he didn’t move.“I watched you leave, just… sipping your coffee like nothing had happened.” Raja’s tone was quiet, but the bitterness was unmistakable. “Like you didn’t spend years trapped in hell with me. Like you never made that promise.”His fingers twitched against Tales’ skin, his nails almost digging in. He's careful not to hurt Tales. “So I followed you. To your apartment. To your school. I watched you live your life—this peaceful life. You had friends. You laughed. You went out, went to class, walked around like you didn’t have a single goddamn worry in the world.”Tales can only close his eyes as he imagined Raja's statement and play it in his mind
The first thing Tales noticed when he woke up was warmth. A steady, solid body—presence beside him.For a moment, he forgot where he was. Forgot everything that had happened the night before. But then he felt the slow rise and fall of Raja’s chest against his back, the steady rhythm of his breathing, and it all came rushing back.The confessions. The anger. The pain. The decision to move forward.'We did it.' Just the thought of remembering their steamy was enough to make Tales blushed yet he immediately composed himself.Tales blinked at the morning light filtering through the window blinds. He was still wrapped in Raja’s arms, his back pressed against the other man's chest. Their legs were tangled beneath the sheets, and Raja’s hand rested loosely against his stomach.His entire body felt sore, but strangely… he didn’t mind. He bit his lower lip and slowly place his hand against Raja's. The feeling of disdain was nowhere to be found. That's strange but just now, he's just relieved.
The tension in the dining hall had evolve into something heavier— anticipation to achieve freedom but dreadful to the chance that they'll not survive. However, the decision had been made. They would all follow Raja and severe ties with Father. But now came the true test of their resolve.But before Raja could begin discussing strategies, an uneasy voice broke the silence.“Um…”All eyes turned toward Liam, one of the younger members of Unit 1. He was usually quiet, never one to speak up in these meetings. His fingers fidgeted against the rim of his cup indicating how frightened he is but at the same time, he wants to know. His face was slightly pale, as if he had been holding in his question for too long.“Liam?” Raja prompted, raising an eyebrow.Liam hesitated, clearly regretting speaking up after meeting Raja's cold gaze. He swallowed hard, avoiding eye contact. “I—uh—about the… the six punishments…” He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, rubbing the back of his neck.Raja’s eyes na
The sun hung lazily in the sky as Raja and Tales drive through the road, their pace was neither fast not slow. The world they passed by bustled with life—vendors shouting, children laughing, the scent of street food filling the air.Tales leaned against the window, watching the scenery shift from clean roads to rougher neighborhoods. He exhaled slowly, fingers tapping against his thigh.Raja, on the other hand, was anything but tense.He drove with one hand on the wheel, the other casually resting on Tales’ knee.Tales glanced at him. “Hands. Off.”Raja just chuckled and didn't take his hands off. Instead his fingers enveloped to Tales' fingers too. Tales had already guessed where they were going. The familiar roads and infrastructure give away hints. And as much as he didn’t want to set foot in that house again, he didn’t resist when Raja tugged him along.Surprisingly, Tales didn’t hate it.He's being insufferably clingy.He leaned into Tales’ space with every opportunity he got li
Jake’s resentment festered like an untreated wound.For years, he swallowed the bitterness, forced himself to held his head high in front of Oliver, forced himself to play the loyal unambitious son, even as something in him curdled and rotted with every passing day.He should’ve given up. He should’ve accepted it. Raja became Oliver’s favorite. Raja became the chosen one. Raja was the one who mattered.But Jake wasn’t built to accept. He wasn’t built to be cast aside. He was trained for survival. So if Oliver didn’t see him as his son—Then Jake would make sure Oliver had nothing left to see at all. If he couldn’t be Oliver’s greatest creation, he would be his greatest failure.However, that alone wasn’t enough to burn Oliver’s empire to the ground. Being a disgrace would only give a little to no impact towards Oliver and the organization. No—Jake wanted to carve it apart, piece by piece, while Oliver was still alive to witness it crumble.And so, he planned.He started with Victor.
Jake had always done exactly as he was told.From the moment he could walk, Oliver had shaped him like a blade—sharpened his mind, hardened his body, stripped him of anything weak. And he had obeyed. He had followed orders. He had killed. He had smiled when Oliver wanted him to smile, knelt when Oliver wanted him to kneel, and suffered when Oliver wanted him to suffer. Because that was what a son was supposed to do.He was not loved.He was not special.He was a project. A tool. A thing to be possessed and used.Jake learned early that love was something you had to earn. That it wasn’t given freely. That if he did everything Oliver asked—if he followed the rules, if he never mess up or doubt, if he obeyed—maybe then he would hear something kind. Maybe then his father would look at him like he mattered. Maybe his father would look at him with love.So he obeyed.The first time Oliver threw him into a fight, Jake was seven. Small, underfed, shaking. His opponent was older—twelve, bigger
The night air was suffocating as Raja approached the entrance of Jake’s hideout—a rotting industrial complex left behind from another era. The rusted metal and broken windows appeared like coarse teeth in the dark. Raja's boots crunched over debris as he stalked forward, carrying a gun and a long knife in both of his two hands, his breathing slow and controlled despite the ache in his battered body. Blood—dried and fresh—clung to his clothes. He looked like a man crawling out of hell. Maybe he was.This was it. The end of the line.He passed the first perimeter silently, his blade and gun glinting faintly in the moonlight. Jake's guards had been stationed like cattle, unaware that the slaughter was coming.He was just announcing himself walking with his head held high, however seems like the security is too lax.Raja didn't waste time.The first man barely made a sound as Raja’s knife sliced clean through his throat. The second caught the glint of blade too late, a gun halfway raised
Raja’s boots crunched against the sand as he stepped out of the vehicle, the engine still running behind him. The houses infront of him are mostly made of bamboo and are practically glued yo each other. Slums near the ocean. He surveyed the houses with no light, he walked and walked until... he found it. In front of him, a house stood crooked, its rusted tin roof bent inward, peeling paint clinging stubbornly to the rotting wooden walls. It was the kind of place most people wouldn’t give a second glance, and for a moment, Raja wondered if he’d come to the wrong place.But no.This was Zaden’s hideout. His sanctuary. Tucked away in the forgotten corners of his hometown. Raja had expected something more refined, something cleaner. But looking at it now, it made sense.Zaden couldn't care less.Raja approached the door with slow, deliberate steps, his breath steady but his pulse quickening. Without hesitation, he raised his foot and—BANG!The flew violently as he kicked it open. The old
The first swing of the hammer crushed Raoul’s kneecap with a sickening crunch. Raoul screamed—raw, high, desperate. His body convulsed violently as he slumped on the floor. But Raja was already raising the hammer again.“Where is he?!”“I don’t know!” Raoul sobbed. “I don’t know!"Raja crouched down and stare at Raoul. A question once again occured in his mind. He don't know why this man betrayed him. Hr notice how all of his movements was observe and reported but he didn't know it was Raoul. He just thought that it's one of his men who's lower rank, but to think its Raoul?The hammer fell again, this time slamming into Raoul’s hand, shattering the bones with brutal efficiency. Raoul’s screams echoed off the cold concrete walls, but Raja didn’t flinch.“You told Jake I killed Oliver,” Raja said slowly, his voice low, controlled. “I won't even ask you why you betrayed me. I don't care about that nor I care about you working with him. Just tell me where Tales and I'll give you a painles
Raoul stood ten meters away from where is Raja standing, looking at its phone. He was analyzing Raja's expression to predict what will be his next move. That's the only thing he could do since Raja has sharp senses and moving close to him is like announcing his presence. He'll be killed in an instant. He gritted his teeth. Raja had been their leader for a long time but he need to think for himself. His phone was pressed on his ear. His expression was unreadable, calm even. Jake’s voice filtered through the line. “Everything’s set?”Raoul exhaled slowly. “I think he's on his way to find Zaden. You’ll have time to move all Father's confidential documents and analyze the vaults left by him.”Jake chuckled softly. “Good job. You still have one task left, come here immediately after sorting things.”Raoul’s fingers tapped the metal railing beside him. “Alright.”A pause.“Good,” Jake said. “You’ll get your reward soon.”Raoul hung up. He closed his eyes for a moment. “Forgive me,” he wh
Tales moved quickly, his footsteps is light and careful against the cold steel of the floor. Every breath was measured in the fear of being noticed....Strange! How come it's so quiet? Like no one's here?!Every corner he passed by was clear before he stepped forward. The building had gone too quiet.No guards.No Jake.Nothing.He should have heard something. The faint buzz of radios informing other guards of his escape, the stomp of boots, anything.But the silence was heavy. Almost Oppressive.Where is he?Where was Jake?The man who never left him alone. The man who enjoyed watching his unyielding facade, the man who wants him to bleed and suffer.Tales’ grip tightened on the bent fork in his hand.The air tasted wrong.As if something had already happened—or was about to.But he didn’t stop.He needed escape and find Raja.He needed to get the hell out of here.MEANWHILE...The office was a war zone.Shattered glass littered the floor. Bullet holes flashed in the walls like some
Raja lunged forward, his muscles screaming with effort as he cut through the space between them. He could still hear Oliver’s mocking tone, could still see Lila standing there like a puppet on a string. He didn’t hesitate.His breath came out ragged, his heart pounding like thunder in his chest. There was no more thought. No more strategy.Only instinct.Only rage.He lunged.Straight for Oliver’s throat.But the moment his foot hit the marble floor in a sprint, the click of guns being released echoed through the room. Lila’s guards—hidden in the darkened corners—raised their weapons.Then—Gunfire erupted.Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!Bullets shot through the air, shattering glass, biting into the walls around him. Raja’s body reacted on instinct. He twisted hard and dove behind one of the thick marble pillars as chunks of stone exploded around him from the shots. Sharp fragments cut across his face, but he didn’t stop moving.He counted the shooters—six. No, it's eight.
Raja stormed down the hallway, his bloody shoes slamming against the marble floors, leaving behind a trail of blood. His body keeps aching, bruises forming beneath his torn clothes, but he barely felt it. It's like he's become numb. The rush of adrenaline drowned out the pain, leaving only rage. His eyes are bloodshot, devoid of any unnecessary emotions. His hands twitched, eager to wrap around Oliver’s throat and end everything.He stop after sometime. Facing the black huge door in which inside, Oliver is there. He gritted his teeth upon remembering how they got played by Oliver. He can't wait to kill him. But he needs to calm down. He needs to or else he'll be defeated. With a sharp exhale, he walked near the heavy double doors of Oliver’s office, grabbing the handle —only to stop when he realized that he didn't need to be so polite. He didn't hesitate.BANG!Raja kicked the doors open, the wood slamming against the walls with a deafening crash.The scent of expensive cologne and bu