𝖎𝖙'𝖘 𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖆 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖉 𝖘𝖔 𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖞 𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖘
࿐ . . . Sota Kyōn died with a necklace of rope around his neck. a contract, a 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖊, brought him back to life. back from the dead he's now able to control the lifeline of those around him and plays their red strings like a puppeteer.
he’s anything but nice. he’ll start a fight over everything because he knows 𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖜𝖎𝖓. but it’s not the victory he loves. it’s the adrenaline of wrath and power in his body. it’s the grit and the danger. 𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔫 and 𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔢 are blurred in his world. he feels so much he doesn’t feel a n y t h i n g. his hands leave bruises and marks. his lips are cracked and he kisses like a 𝖕𝖚𝖓𝖈𝖍 to the heart. he has perpetually reddened knuckles and a smirk dripping blood. he’s not easy on the eyes. in fact, you’ll find him very hard to look at. but there’s also something 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 in his 𝖚𝖌𝖑𝖞. something like a heroic and bitter glory. he is all seven of the deadly sins. he was created to strip lungs of their 𝖇𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍, to destroy pretty little things and 𝖇𝖚𝖗𝖓 them to the ground. to bring the world to its knees and hear his name spoken only in fearful whispers; he was made to be a monster.
in case you haven't figured out by now, sota is kind of a 𝖘𝖔𝖈𝖎𝖔𝖕𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖈 𝖒𝖊𝖘𝖘. shocker; he likes being one.
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