Description
Luis Arons is sick of being what he is... an Arons. The name weighed him down like heavy shackles since an infamous birth. While his existence was somewhat ignored by his father, having to deal with a manipulative step-mother, seeing his older brother in coma and being known to have been the child who took away his mother's life, he couldn't even die if he wanted to; since someone already did that for him. All he needed to do after the passing away of his father, was to uphold the Arons name. Keep clean. Keep it pristine. No one asked him about what he wanted. He needed to always be sublime since he was now the face of Arons Industry's 8th Branch. Everything needed to be Immaculate but everything in him screams the opposite He wants to be lit with fire but there's few out there who's willing to do him the favor. Luis wants to hurt but there are too many over willing, just because of a stupid name. Unbeknownst to Luis, his curse might just turn out to be his salvation from it all. Even though his hatred for the Arons ran deep within his veins, what happens when he finds a tangible freedom in an unlikely individual? Just another lost soul banished to the wastelands... A person who shared both his hatred and blood.
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