Taesan's POV
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Time is a bother.
Killing three men in less than a day hasn't done anything good to satisfy my thirst for control.
I feel like I'm on a sinking ship, I have the title as captain, but I can't fucking do anything.
I can't do anything but want the man I asked to get out of my life, the man who's parents ended my life before it even started.
The white sheet of paper in front of me has been staring blankly at me.
I should work, I should be fucking working, I still have an empire to rule and a daughter to take care of.
My hand is gripping the pen but it just won't work, not a line, not even a single curve has worked since I held it.
I just sit there and feel the pain in my neck, it's eating me up, fuck, it's burning, but right now it's the only thing that I can feel and know that I'm still alive.
I'm alive…I'm in control.
The door opens as a wild person barges into my office with a baseball bat and I just stare at him.
