The Oracles Heart

As a top, Rolph had never gone after a twink before. They come to him. Try to seduce him, Beg him to take them even if it was just for a night.

Not because he was excessively handsome, but because he was a symbol of sex appeal-masculinity.

6ft +, Chiseled face with sharp jawlines, Eyes the color of the sea, so deep and sharp it makes your heartbeat go from zero to hundred the moment they are focused on you.

If he was angry with you at that moment, the aura he emits cripples your brain. You find out you can't think anymore, you almost can't breathe, you want to move but your legs are gone. Then a sensation that makes all the hair on your body stand erect starts sipping into your veins, starting from under your feet. And at the same time, a chilling sensation starts from your brain and passes from your neck into your spine. From there, it travels into every bone and marrow in your body.

As if drawn to each other, these two sensations meet, mix and become one in your body. Then you start shivering.

If he decided not to let you go, the shivering will soon turn to shaking and if you have no inner strength to boast of, your teeth may soon start clanking at the same time, your skin starts sweating profusely.

Rolph's gaze mercilessly places his enemies in a fear cage, mentally disabling them.

Now imagine if Rolph lands those eyes on you because he loves you or cares about you? The feeling of being secured and safe, the feeling of belonging and being owned, these feelings multiply in multiple folds.

And when he wants you. When he looks at you like he wants to eat you. When he focuses on you like you're the only one that exists in this big world. It's like a vampire hypnotizing its prey. There is no escaping it. you are willing to let him do whatever he wants. Even if he is hurting you, you don't want him to stop. Not because you like getting hurt, but somehow, you believe he loves and owns you and has the right to do whatever he wants to you. If getting hurt means having him around for longer, then so be it.

And Rolph knew this!

Rolph knew the effect he had on his enemies but never gave a thought to how he made his family feel. Especially his only sister who was the only one he had ever truly loved. As for falling in love? That was alien to him while sex was a past-time activity that never left him satiated no matter how long it took.

Rolph had always loved colors and fashion. From a younger age, he had played dressup with his sister and ran around in his mother's clothes. Worn her lipsticks and eye shadows. Bath in her soft, sweet smelling perfumes and deodorants.

Those were the good days.

His father was never around. His mother was all they had and she was always lonely. So the highlight of their lives was made whenever his father came home. He loved their mother but family business stood in the way.

Those were the good days.

The days they went fishing by the lake in the middle of the forest behind their 'out of the way-standing alone-in the middle of nowhere-big house' located in the backwoods of a quaint village.

For the first five years of his life, he was home schooled along with his sister. Then his mother became sick. Well she had always been sick but never this bad. She was taken away in an ambulance on a stretcher and was brought back in an ambulance but with a coffin.

His father and a lot of people he didn't know then, took the coffin to the little lake, set up a very high pile of logs and sticks, placed the coffin on it and set it ablaze.

When the coffin was done burning, they gathered the ashes, placed him and his sister in a canoe and accompanied by their Dad, they spread the ashes over the lake. Rolph didn't understand.

Then before nightfall, their Dad took them away from their home in his car. The next day, they took a flight from Denver to Texas and got introduced to a very old man on a very big ranch that stretched on and on, surrounded by golden sand and hills in distant places.

With time, Rolph got to know that his grandfather never approved of his mum. That was why their Dad hid them away in that house in the backwoods of Denver and when his mum died, the demonic grandfather declared that no heir of his would be a sissy, took away all his cute things and enrolled him in training; Fighting, Shooting, Car racing, Drug cooking, Cattle rearing, Forgery and Business administration.

By age 18, he had gone for his first smuggling trip and had mastered the production of every drug type on their catalog. He even had his own signature drugs and mixes. By then he had also discovered that grandpa doesn't care who he slept with as long as he gets married to a wife of his family choosing and birth an heir.

The only reason his grandfather allowed his father to keep his mother by his side though out of sight, was because her first child was a male.

And the reason he ordered that they be handed over to him after their mum's death was because out of the two sons grandfather had, his father was the only one that birthed a male son. His father's legal wife, chosen and accepted by the family, gave birth to 4 girls and his father's brother gave birth to 6.