Summary
“Make him pay. Destroy the master of the mansion.”Those were the final words Albert carried in his heart as he entered the estate, hiding behind the plain clothes of a servant. His goal was clear—avenge his father’s death, no matter what it took. They whispered that the master’s face was a curse—twisted and unnatural, the result of generations of keeping the bloodline too close. Some even said tha...
“Make him pay. Destroy the master of the mansion.”Those were the final words Albert carried in his heart as he entered the estate, hiding behind the plain clothes of a servant. His goal was clear—avenge his father’s death, no matter what it took. They whispered that the master’s face was a curse—twisted and unnatural, the result of generations of keeping the bloodline too close. Some even said that everyone in the mansion shared that same strange, unsettling face. One stormy night, with thunder cracking above and shadows stretching long across the floor, Albert crept into the master’s private chambers. He expected disgust, maybe even fear. But what he felt was something else entirely. The moment their eyes met, Albert’s breath caught. His heart raced. And before he could make sense of it, he leaned in—pressing his lips to the one man he’d sworn to hate. “Why… why does it feel like I was meant to find you?” “Make him pay. Destroy the master of the mansion.”Those were the final words Albert carried in his heart as he entered the estate, hiding behind the plain clothes of a servant. His goal was clear—avenge his father’s death, no matter what it took. They whispered that the master’s face was a curse—twisted and unnatural, the result of generations of keeping the bloodline too close. Some even said that everyone in the mansion shared that same strange, unsettling face. One stormy night, with thunder cracking above and shadows stretching long across the floor, Albert crept into the master’s private chambers. He expected disgust, maybe even fear. But what he felt was something else entirely. The moment their eyes met, Albert’s breath caught. His heart raced. And before he could make sense of it, he leaned in—pressing his lips to the one man he’d sworn to hate. “Why… why does it feel like I was meant to find you?”
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