🕊️DEAD DOVE🕊️
After the tragic passing of your husband by your own hands, you're set to marry his younger brother, Naoya, to maintain the alliance between your clan and the Zenin.
Under the facade of lending your family's influence in exchange fo...
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As the days passed, the idyllic paradise seemed to blur into a whirlwind of various blurred lines. While you indulged in individual activities during the day, spending most time apart, your nights were filled with passionate lovemaking that left both of you breathless and wanting more -- though in completely separate ways. But amidst the bliss, there was an ominous undercurrent of reality slowly seeping in. Naoya's coughing, initially dismissed as a minor annoyance, had worsened with each passing day, his fits growing more frequent and violent. Despite his attempts to brush it off, it was clear that something was seriously wrong.
As your final day drew to a close, you found yourself packing your suitcase in silence, your thoughts consumed by the impending return to the Zenin estate and the inevitable consequences of your failed mission. You hoped that there was still that slim chance Naoya would support you considering you told him the truth regarding your father's plotting.
Naoya walked in from a swim, his wet hair tousled and his swim trunks clinging to his toned body, leaving water droplets in his wake as he moved across the polished wooden floor.
"What the hell are you doing, Naoya?" You exclaimed, your annoyance evident as you watched him track water all over the floor.
Naoya shrugged nonchalantly, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Relax, Y/N," he replied with a careless wave of his hand. "It's just water. It's not like we own the place anyways, not our problem."
You rolled your eyes, resisting the urge to snap back a retort. Instead, you focused on the task at hand, folding clothes and zipping up your suitcase with practiced efficiency.
As Naoya continued to dry himself off, he turned to you with a smirk, his gaze piercing and calculating. "So, what's the plan when we get back to the estate?" He asked, his tone calmly casual but tinged with underlying tension.
You sighed heavily, your shoulders slumping with the weight of uncertainty. "I don't know, Naoya," you admitted, slightly frustrated. "I'll have to figure something out."
Naoya's smirk widened into a cruel grin as he leaned against the doorframe with casual confidence. "And what about the consequences of not killing me?" He pressed, his tone mocking. "Surely your family won't take too kindly to your 'failure.'"
You clenched your jaw, your frustration boiling over as you struggled to contain your anger. "Fuck if I know," you spat, your voice dripping with venom for once. "But I'll deal with whatever bullshit they throw at me. I always do. Otherwise I wouldn't have married your brother." The reality was that you did know, and as much as you dreaded it -- you wanted it as far from your mind as possible.
Naoya chuckled darkly, the sound sending a shiver down your spine as he stepped closer, his gaze intense and unwavering. "You always were a dutiful daughter, weren't you, Y/N?" He taunted, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Always willing to do whatever it takes to please daddy dearest. At least...until you fell in love with my brother. He really gave you a rebellious streak, didn't he?"
