Evil straight men in fiction are boring. I mean, there's nothing new about them. They're everywhere in real life too so like.. where's the fun in that? Evil gay men on the other hand? ohohoho chef's KISS. Let me see you with that homoerotic tension with your enemy. Watch me cheer as you try to kill him, but then turn around and murder anyone who lays a hand on him. Yeah you attic husband the shit out of him you crazy bastard you! Basically, watching men being toxic towards each other is far more fun than watching men being toxic towards women because the former is the perfect package of horny + true love + evil cat while the latter is just... reality. If I wanted reality, WHY would I even be here lol
Things get so intense by the end, even knowing the ending I couldn't go to sleep before finishing the last page. So that day I stayed up till 4 am, until I could sigh in relief. I imagine this moment so clearly. His mixed expression, the rage of loss and a slight consolation of coming revenge, the smell of blood, the sword that he doesn't even need but brings anyway because he is heavily injured. His breathing is labored and he walks slowly, not as gracefully as a few hours before, but he is still the most dangerous man here with the threatening aura of a devil.
This piece has to be followed by two more at least, to bring me joy. I want to see hope in those dead eyes.