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𝗔 𝗠𝗔𝗙𝗜𝗔 𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗗 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗜𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘
'𝘼𝙨 𝙇𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙨 𝙎𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙎𝙖𝙛𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣'
Kim Y/n was meant to be a leverage, an arranged bride offered to the Ko...
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Finally.
I am finally myself; I can be both monster and man and still have her love.
In my arms I look down at my wife, bloody smears are all over her beautiful body.
I cradle her gently and her eyes flutter open, her perfect face marred by my blood, her neck and shoulders bruised by the bites I left on her skin, she's bathed in my blood as if in a ritualistic binding, the possession I feel for her... at having her filled and covered completely with me is overwhelming.
I want her again.
But she needs rest.
I turn on the shower and feel for the warmth of the water before bringing her under the rainfall with me.
I place her on her feet and watch as the blood washes away from both of us as if clearing our souls from everything that once tainted our love.
I kiss her—soft, reverent, worshipful. Her eyelids. Her nose. Her cheeks. Her forehead. Her lips.
Each touch a vow, each breath a prayer.
She sighs against me, her hands gliding down my back, soothing, accepting, embracing every part of me.
The man, the monster, the reaper, the husband.
I'll spend the rest of my days thanking her.
Worshiping her in every breath, every touch, until there is nothing left of me that isn't hers.
The water continues to rain down on our bare bodies each touch from her, washing away my past mistakes and every kiss echoing promises of forgiveness and a shared future.
I am reborn in her love.
She takes refuge in my darkness, and I bask in her light.
***
The bedroom is dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of us, residual blood, and something deeper, something unchanging.
Y/n sits cross-legged on the bed in my button-down, the fabric draping over her bare thighs.
The sleeves are too long, swallowing her delicate wrists as she rolls them up, preparing to tend to me.
She looks soft, ethereal, even with the bruises from the bites I left blooming along her neck, that mark on her cheek from that bastards hands.
I'm glad I shattered them.
I sit on the edge of the bed in nothing but sweatpants, watching her work.
She doesn't hesitate, doesn't flinch as she takes my arm and dabs at the slashes along my skin.
