"I won't die poor and powerless!" she declared, her voice trembling with determination.
"Then sell your soul to me," he whispered, his lips curling into a sinister smirk, eyes gleaming as he watched the desperation flicker in her gaze.
In a world wh...
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chapter Eleven || weak ||
Russia, Moscow;
After a month;
Her pale, delicate hand wandered gently through the sea of roses, her fingers brushing against the petals. The crisp autumn air kissed her skin, sending a light chill through her, prompting her to wrap her shawl tighter around her body. She walked slowly, savoring the intoxicating scent of the red roses that filled the garden, each breath lifting a soft smile to her lips. As she breathed in the rich aroma, a pair of strong hands suddenly wrapped around her waist, pulling her into a firm, familiar chest.
Y/n sighed in contentment as warm lips grazed her earlobe from behind. Without looking, she knew who it was. She turned in his embrace, her hands instinctively finding their way around his neck, her smile deepening as her gaze met his—those ocean-like, deep eyes that held her whole world. She recognized his touch instantly—strong, reassuring, and unmistakably his.
The garden, with its sprawling expanse of roses, seemed to hold its breath as she turned in his arms. Her face lit up with a tender smile as she looked up into his eyes, those deep, oceanic pools that seemed to hold all the love she had ever known.
"Taehyung," she murmured, her voice a soft caress against the quiet of the garden. "I didn't expect you to find me here."
He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners with affection. "How could I resist? This place is just as beautiful as you are. I wanted to surprise you."
His hands moved gently over her waist, resting on the small curve of her belly. His touch was gentle yet firm, as if he were afraid to break the delicate spell of their moment together. "How are you feeling?" he asked, his voice laced with concern and love.
She leaned into his embrace, her head resting against his chest. "I'm good. The garden is perfect, and your presence makes it even more special."
Taehyung's lips brushed against her temple in a tender kiss. "I'm glad you think so. I just wanted to spend some time with you, away from everything else."
The autumn breeze rustled the leaves around them, and the scent of roses mixed with the crisp air. The world outside their little bubble seemed to melt away, leaving just the two of them wrapped in their own cocoon of tranquility.
As Taehyung's hands continued to rest on her belly, he felt a swell of pride and joy. "You look radiant," he said softly. "It's like you're glowing."
She chuckled, a light, musical sound that seemed to harmonize with the gentle rustle of the garden. "Thank you. I think it's just the garden and you making me feel this way."
"I'm sure you can't even feel anything yet," Y/n laughed, as he caress her unnoticeable baby bump her voice filling the quiet garden with warmth.
Taehyung's lips curved into a playful grin. "You've been here this whole time," he murmured, his deep voice sending a shiver through her, "and I've been searching every corner of the house for you."
