This is the sequel or season 2 of Yakuza's Love
The same dialogue goes on.
A hero would do anything to save the world, to protect the world's happiness and humanity.
Whereas
A villain would go to the extent of hell to keep 'his' world safe from d...
Upon waking, I found myself nestled against his chest. I paused to appreciate the peaceful rhythm of his heartbeat. Looking at him, I noticed his disheveled hair and weary appearance. His bare chest displayed numerous scars, some healed but still leaving traces, while others were in the process of healing or awaiting their turn. Recalling his actions the day before, it was evident he had something weighing on his mind. With a sigh, I shifted my position after hours of staying there. Placing my hand on my stomach, I connected with the sensation of carrying our unborn child. It had only been a month and two weeks since I discovered I was pregnant, and to my surprise, we were expecting twins. Ironically, Taehyung embraced the news with excitement, eager to follow in his parents' footsteps.
The love between Taehyung's and his parents is remarkable yet undeniably obsessive even though he had lost his mother, her presence never left his side. He always looks up to her kindness and how proudly she stood near his father. Even though she was married to a man who yearned for everybody's blood and treated them as below his shoes, his mother always supported him and never left his side. His one command and she was on to it without thinking twice. Is it selfish for Taehyung to expect the same from me? I love him with no doubt but sometimes he makes me scared of himself.
I could feel him moving underneath, so I snapped out of my reverie. I gaze up at his face, my heart growing softer for him as the sunshine dances across his snow-white complexion. I stood up and moved to the other side so that the light would no longer annoy him. I was lying with him inside the blanket, nude, my hair left loose on my entire exposed back. As soon as he gets up, it appears to be his favorite thing to see. I only want to see his happy face in pictures now; everything else is just too distracting.
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I give in as he cuddles me into his chest and opens his eyes to stare down at my happy face. Next, he reaches beneath the sheets to grab my butt, squeezing and slapping it. In his arms, I squeal. "Good morning, baby."
"Good morning," I answer softly.
His eyes were so warm, and his face appeared otherworldly. The warm eyes pulled me in closer, and I could feel our lips meeting as we both felt the exhausted state from the previous night. He pulls away, tousling my hair, and gets out of bed to take a shower right away. His priorities were clear, and as an alpha man, he lived his life unaffected by them. With a groan, I make sure my baby bulge is safe and push myself out of bed. I chug all of the water from the glass that is kept on the desk. I saw my husband emerge from the bathroom, ruffling his wet towel in his hands, as I was getting ready to take a shower. He was all naked and his glory was all visible all hard.
I give a start and glance up at his sly smile. He winks at me and steps into the walk-in closet. I found it more and more difficult to put up with the agony and anguish throughout my body as the days and months went by. On the other side, Taehyung became more busy due to the approaching Cosa Nostra event. In October, my fifth month of pregnancy, Taehyung would constantly gaze at my tummy, kneading it with his large hands and occasionally kissing it. He enjoys seeing me gathered up with his heirs and how resilient I am in spite of everything that weighs on me. He feels a little proud of himself for having selected a powerful woman for himself. I occasionally wonder if Taehyung truly loves me or if it's just a result of my attractiveness or the reputation I've earned in Hollywood.
