THE UNSPEAKABLE SIN : BL ( the mafia obsession)
PROLOGUE – THE NIGHT THE ISLAND CHOSE ITS KINGS
(|18+ | short, sharp, soaked in salt and sin)
The island doesn’t forgive.
It only forgets long enough to bite harder.
Koh Lanta, 11:59 p.m.
Monsoon sky split open like a gutted fish.
Rain lashes sideways, turning every road into a mirror that shows you who you really are when no one’s watching.
Sea stands on the dead lighthouse roof, barefoot, shirtless, cigarette glowing like a fuse.
Salt crusts his skin. Ink moves when lightning forks: kraken, shark, broken compass over a heart that stopped asking permission years ago.
He tastes gunpowder on the wind and smiles with too many teeth.
Northbound, a black helicopter slices the storm.
Inside: Keen, wrists bruised from diamond cuffs, ankle bleeding where he carved the tracker out with a penknife.
He’s twenty-one, heir to half of Bangkok, and done being collateral.
Tonight he jumps.
Southbound, a white Lamborghini unloads from a rusted freighter, paint so clean it looks wet.
It will be ruined by morning.
The pier road waits: floodlights, bass, blood already in the air.
Engines tune like war drums.
Fifty million baht rides on tomorrow’s midnight race.
One hundred million if both drivers vanish forever.
Sea flicks his cigarette into the void.
It falls a hundred feet and dies in the sea.
Keen tastes freedom and copper on his tongue.
He doesn’t know the king’s name yet.
He will.
By sunrise he’ll wear it carved into his skin.
Two storms.
One island.
No brakes.
The lighthouse bulb explodes.
Darkness swallows everything.
Then the engines scream.
Let the island choose its kings.