The Beautiful Dead

Domino They say I'm a monster. Cold. Unfeeling. A man born to rule with bloodstained hands. They're not wrong. I don't feel guilt when I kill—only euphoria. There's nothing like the rush of holding someone's life in my hands, knowing I control the exact moment it ends. Life is weak. Fragile. Death is the only truth. Then I met Remi Cain. Quiet. Obsessed with the beauty of death, just like me. The second I see him, I want him. Not just his body, but his darkness—the parts no one else sees. I want to own him, break him, bind him to me with blood. I want him breathless in my grasp, heart pounding, knowing I could take him apart piece by beautiful piece and he'd let me. I'll destroy anyone who tries to come between us. Remi Life has always felt temporary, fleeting. People lie. Moments fade. But death? Death never changes. It's permanent. Unyielding. The only thing you can trust. That's what I've always believed—until Domino DeMarco came crashing into my world. He's terrifying. Brutal. Beautiful in a way that should make me run. But I don't. I can't. Domino doesn't just thrive in chaos; he is chaos, and I crave it more with every beat of my heart. We are bound by blood and obsession. In a world ruled by violence and betrayal, love is as deadly as death itself. But for us, maybe that's exactly what makes it beautiful.