nicki
(bl/mlm) In a world where blood is worth more promises and smiles are just disguises for deadly intentions, few dare to pronounce their name aloud: Nicki Muniskan. Her long and disorderly red hair as poisoned fire, fall over the eyes like war curtains. The eyes - sharp, deep, almost colorless - do not reveal emotion, just calculation. The pale skin marked by natural face shadows gives it an almost ghostly air. Beautiful? Yes. But not as a prince - beautiful as an angel of death. Nicki doesn't talk much. And when it speaks, no one dare to interrupt. At 18, he is no longer just the heir to the throne of the Muniskan mafia - he is the throne. Grew up surrounded by whip and weapons, learning that the touch of affection never
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(bl/mlm) In a world where blood is worth more promises and smiles are just disguises for deadly intentions, few dare to pronounce their name aloud: Nicki Muniskan. Her long and disorderly red hair as poisoned fire, fall over the eyes like war curtains. The eyes - sharp, deep, almost colorless - do not reveal emotion, just calculation. The pale ...Read more