Shadows of desire || SVT ||

(89) Finally Married

Yuri sat by the window, her wedding dress pooling around her, shimmering in the dim light of the night. The once-perfect makeup was now smeared across her face, tears having washed away the beauty that had adorned her earlier. Her eyes were swollen, red from the constant flow of emotions she couldn't control.

She gazed up at the night sky, the stars twinkling as if mocking her pain. The world outside was so still, but inside, her heart was in turmoil.

The weight of everything crushed her chest. The whispers, the stolen glances, the words left unspoken....

She hugged herself, trying to find some comfort, but all she found was the empty void in her heart. Tears continued to fall silently as the reality of what she had done, and what she had lost, settled in.

The night was cold, but nothing compared to the icy silence in her soul.

The door creaked open behind her. She didn't turn, didn't flinch. She knew who it was. Her husband.

He stepped into the room, his presence heavy with an air of possession. He didn't bother with pleasantries, didn't ask if she was okay. He didn't need to-he already knew the answer, or maybe, he didn't care. Yuri's back remained turned to him, her form barely moving, as if the very life had drained out of her the moment she had said her vows. Did She really wanted it ?

He unfazed by her silence, removed his watch with a practiced flick, placing it carelessly on the table beside him. He shrugged off his coat and let it fall to the floor with a whisper of expensive fabric. With casual ease, he undid the first few buttons of his shirt, exposing the skin beneath, but still, Yuri didn't react. She remained frozen, a statue wrapped in white wedding dress, her heart heavy with the chains of a life She hadn't Chosen.

Pouring himself a glass of alcohol, He settled onto the plush sofa, his eyes scanning the elaborate wedding decorations adorning the room. Red roses filled every corner-roses he had personally instructed his guards to fill the room with. The scent was overpowering, sweet and almost sickening. The flowers were meant to symbolize love, passion, and commitment, but to Yuri, they only represented a prison. A beautiful prison, yes, but a prison nonetheless.

He sipped his drink slowly, savoring the taste of whiskey on his tongue. His gaze flicked to Yuri, still unmoving by the window, and a slow, dangerous smirk curled across his lips. He knew, without a doubt, that she was his now. Legally. Physically. She wore his ring, bore his name, and no matter what her heart felt, no matter what her soul longed for, there was nothing anyone could do about it.
No one would ever take her away from him. "You look beautiful," he said, his voice Cold, but there was an edge to it. A overpossessive undertone. He knew she wouldn't respond, not yet. But he didn't care. He didn't need her words, only her presence. He watched her with a mixture of Pride and amusement, taking another sip from his glass, as if savoring the reality that Yuri Kim, the woman who he longed for was finally His.

Yuri still didn't move, her eyes locked on the night sky, her mind far away. She could feel his gaze burning into her back, but it didn't stir her. She was numb now, drained of everything but the sorrow that clung to her soul like a second skin.

He leaned forward slightly, placing his glass on the table beside him, the sound of it echoing in the oppressive silence of the room. He didn't speak again, but the smirk on his face said everything. He had won. And no one, not even Yuri herself, could change that now.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still. The roses, the decorations, the heavy scent of alcohol in the air-all of it hung between them like the remnants of a shattered dream. Yuri's tears had dried on her cheeks, but inside, the storm raged on. She had become a prisoner in her own life, trapped in a web of power, control, and unspoken torment.