But — He’s My Master: Jericho

Master Killian, a wealthy human man living in a fairytale realm, arrives at an auction with only one intention, purchase the most beautiful man on stage. Jericho, half siren and half human, is an angel in Killian’s eyes, and the object of his desires. Master of sex, Killian aquires Jericho as his new erotic property.

A blue carriage rolled into Cenquit, a city located in a realm flourishing with magic and mythical creatures. The sun baked the dehydrated dirt road, and the horses’ hooves kicked up dust. Next to a platform in the middle of town, the driver, a white haired old man with pointed ears, pulled on the horses’ reins. The creatures halted, bringing the vehicle to a smooth stop. On its own, the passenger door opened; a cool breeze wafted from the inside.

Master Killian, wavy brown hair flowing in the hot summer breeze, stepped out of the carriage onto the platform too pristine for commoners’ feet. He retrieved a white cloth trimmed in blue from his tight pants pocket and wiped it against his bronze forehead.

Coming to his aid, the driver reached out his hand and guided his master down the platform’s steep steps. Rolling pressed sleeves up his firm forearms, the wealthy master remarked, “I find it amusing to complain about such a silly thing, but next time we should moderate the climate incantation. That carriage is an icebox. Our new…