Park Jimin one of the powerful, wealthiest men in whole europe got a power to bend down the whole universe infront of him on its knees but when the most powerful men in whole europe goes on his knees just to save his family, just to save his love an...
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I stood in front of the mirror, still. My fingers moved slowly, brushing over the faint scar across my collarbone. It's almost gone now. The wounds are healing now, the bruises fading into my skin like forgotten memories. But they weren't forgotten. Not by me. No amount of healing cream or bandages could erase what I felt.
I tilted my body slightly, eyeing the patch of skin near my ribs where the darkest bruises had bloomed. Yellow now, soft and dull, like the storm had passed. But I know better. The storm never passed. It just moved inside. I should feel stronger, right?
I survived a worst week of my life, where I couldn't even remeber the most part of that place. All I know that I had just endured. I fought back. But still all I feel is... hollow. Like there's something inside me which is broken yet I couldn't even figure out what is really broken.
I don't even recognize the woman staring back at me in the mirror. Her eyes are different now - dull, rimmed empty. Her face still holds its shape, but the spark behind it? Gone. Washed away by blood, grief and pain.
Whenever I used to look in the mirror I used to see someone fearless. Someone who stood tall as Ace— powerful, dangerous, respected. I wore pain like a crown and didn't let anyone close enough to see what was underneath it.
And now? Now I feel like glass. Cracked. Fragile. Ready to break if someone so much as breathes the wrong word in my direction. I raise my hand again. Slowly this time. I stare at my wedding ring—the one thing on me that still feels solid. The only thing that hasn't changed. Jimin.
His throughout support in this crucial period had never let me fall. He is once again holding me, never letting me fall. So, I aso had made sure to not disappoint him. I could do this. I am not allowed to break, not again.
Too many people are counting on me. The whole shadow team is counting on me. But more than that, I need to hold on to who I am before I lose myself completely in all this mess.
I'm not just someone's wife. I'm not just another pawn in this twisted war. I am Ace. And even if the scars on my body fade, the fire in my blood hasn't. They may have knocked me down, but they'll never break me.
I adjust the robe over my shoulders, covering the fading bruises— not to hide them, but because I've stared at them long enough. They've done their job. They reminded me that I survived. That I still have breath in my lungs. That I still have fight in me.
I stare at the mirror one last time. My reflection looks back, wounded— yes. Tired— definitely. But not defeated. Not even close. Let them come. Let the world crash down if it wants to. Because this time, I won't just defend... I'll destroy. For them. For me. For everything they tried to take away. And if I burn, I'll make damn sure I take them all with me.
Jimin- That's what I am waiting to hear.
I turned around to face him who is leaning against the doorframe, watching me with his dark icy blue eyes.
