HIS VICIOUS LOVE

chapter 2

Tae awoke to the gentle caress of sunlight on his face, drawing him from slumber. Slowly opening his eyes, he was greeted by the most beautiful sight of his life: his wife, peacefully asleep beside him. Her eyes closed in serene tranquility, her delicate features radiating an innocent charm in her slumber.

A tender smile graced Tae's lips as he beheld her, cherishing this moment of pure serenity. Her body nestled against his, her arms wrapped snugly around his lower torso, her head resting upon his broad chest. He could feel the warmth of her breath, a soft sensation that sent tingles dancing across his skin.

Her soft, wavy locks cascaded over both their bodies and the bed, a beautiful chaos that mirrored their intertwined lives. In her innocent sleep, she appeared utterly carefree, devoid of any worries, resembling a tranquil child lost in a world of dreams.

Overwhelmed by love and adoration, Tae gently brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, savoring the simple joy of witnessing her peaceful repose. In this moment, nothing else mattered but the profound beauty of his wife, a sight that filled his heart with unending warmth and contentment.

Tae lay beside her, tracing the delicate contours of her face with his eyes, disbelief mingling with profound adoration. Here she was, his wife, the woman who had captured not just his heart, but his entire being. Her serene presence had always been his anchor, a tranquil force that melted away his worries.

Recalling the journey to win her over, Tae couldn't help but smile. She had been a challenge, a puzzle he gladly dedicated himself to solve. Her heart wasn't easily swayed, but through persistent efforts, he'd succeeded in awakening the love she held within.

From the very start, her allure had captivated him, driving him to lengths he never imagined. His pursuit had been relentless, fueled by an unwavering determination to claim her affections. They said all is fair in love and war, and he had willingly treaded that line, doing what he deemed necessary to secure her heart.

Now, lying next to her, he knew that his love knew no bounds. There were no limits or boundaries to his affection for her. He was ready to traverse any path, overcome any obstacle, just to ensure she remained by his side. Her fate was sealed with his, and even if she desired otherwise, he was resolved—she was here to stay, embraced within the sanctuary of his unwavering love.

The intensity of his emotions overwhelmed Tae as the mere thought of her departure fueled an unknown fear within him, a surge of fury pulsating through his veins. No, her leaving was not an option. She belonged solely to him, a desire he'd relentlessly pursued and conquered. The idea of her departure was inconceivable, unacceptable.

He couldn't fathom a world where she wasn't his. The lengths he'd gone to claim her were beyond measure; he'd pushed against the world, defied fate itself to make her his own. She was the embodiment of his love and madness, a culmination of everything he'd yearned for.

In his desperation, a possessive instinct arose. He was willing to do anything, even confining her within the walls of their mansion, even chaining her to their bed, just to ensure she remained his. She couldn't entertain the notion of leaving him; it was a thought he refused to let blossom in her mind. Only he comprehended the sacrifices made, the lines crossed to secure her love, and he wouldn't let her slip away, no matter the cost.

The morning light filtered through the curtains as Tae felt her subtle movements beneath him, her fingers gripping his toned chest with a playful yet firm hold. The faint sensation of her lashes brushing against his skin sent a shiver down his spine, prompting him to draw her closer, ensnaring her within the shelter of his embrace. Her softness pressed against his rugged frame, a contrast that made him smirk.

"Morning, sweetheart," he murmured in his deep, gravelly morning voice, planting a gentle kiss on the crown of her head. Emma stirred from her slumber, her eyes fluttering open to meet the sight of her handsome husband smiling down at her—a vision that warmed her heart.

"Good morning," she replied, her smile mirroring his. Her breath hitched as she caught his intense gaze fixed upon her, his eyes reflecting love and care, but within their depths lay a hint of something else—possessiveness and a veiled obsession—that Emma failed to perceive in those dark, black orbs.