Lovely Revenge | jaywon |
"red looks beautiful on you, little prince," jongseong, the prince of the crimson kingdom, murmured, pressing the cold edge of a dagger against his husband's throat.
his hand was steady, his smile cruel.
he wanted nothing more than to be the one who ended the vampire's life.
but jungwon only grinned - wide, defiant, dimples showing - as if the threat against his life was nothing but a game.
he knew the grin infuriated the alpha.
and that's exactly why he did it.
"what's wrong?" jungwon taunted softly, voice like silk wrapped around a blade.
"can't kill me yet?"
jongseong's teeth ground together, the muscles in his jaw tight with rage.
"don't be so impatient, little prince," he snarled. "your time will come. i'll make sure of that."
another mocking chuckle slipped from jungwon's lips.
that sound - once so precious, once a melody jongseong would have died to hear - now made his blood boil.
those dimples, that softness - all lies.
all things he despised now.
"you're getting ahead of yourself" jungwon said lazily, voice thick with disdain.
then, in a blink, his smile disappeared.
his eyes - once warm, now cold as ice - darkened into something terrifying.
rage. hate.
a hatred so deep it seemed to echo through the empty halls.
before jongseong could react, jungwon shoved him back - hard - until the werewolf was the one pinned against the wall, the dagger now turned against him.
the tables had turned.
the hunter had become the hunted.
"you know the truth, don't you?" jungwon whispered, his breath ghosting against jongseong's skin.
"you know you can't kill me."
he pressed the blade harder - just enough to draw a single bead of blood.
a reminder.
"i will be the one to take your life," jungwon vowed, voice low and venomous.
"and until that day comes..."
his lips brushed jongseong's ear, words soaked in promise.
"i will make your life a living hell."
