[Syundei] Gesshoku Kitan

Omihiko kneels in a book-lined study to take his partner deep in his throat, shuddering through the act before wiping the mess from his lips as quiet thanks hangs in the air. But tenderness curdles into something far darker elsewhere—weeping embraces beneath an open sky, a trembling hand clutching a notebook, and a bloodied boy with a noose around his neck beneath a black eclipse lined with unblinking eyes. Syundei spins a gothic tale where desire, guilt, and death orbit each other like the moon phases crowning the cover, and every climax carries the taste of blood.