(A LGBT+ Novel)
Qi Baicha was the last god in the world. He lived until the modern age, where he found an ordinary person to fall in love with and marry because life was too boring.
Then he really fell in love with him. Every day, he worried about what he would do when his partner got old and died. It turned out that his partner was also a god, and he worried about the same thing every day.
After Qi Baicha mentally prepared himself, he decided to tell his lover the fact that he was a god: "My dear, I want to tell you something."
Fu Mingye said nervously, "My dear, I also have something to tell you. Actually, I am not a mortal, I am an evil god. Don't be scared when you hear the word 'evil'. Those self-proclaimed righteous gods are a group of sanctimonious things... "Right, what did you want to say?"
Qi Baicha: "Actually, I am not a mortal either."
Fu Mingye: "... What are you?"
Qi Baicha: "A sanctimonious thing."
The evil god, who listened to every person's hatred, curses, greed, and arrogance, fell in love with the world's most gentle and clean snow.
"I will love you against my divinity."
Cold and gentle snow god shou x domineering when outside, controlled by his wife when inside gong
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"Kapde utar," he said coldly.
["Strip"]
Dhimahi's hands shook as she reached for her dupatta. There was no point resisting. She knew it.
But she was too slow.
Trayambak stormed towards her, ripped her kurti, and forced her down to her knees.
"Muh khol."
["Open your mouth"]
She looked up at him, her eyes full of fear, pleading silently.
"Mere paas duniya bhar ka samay nahi hai, muh khol, warna mujhe aur bhi tareeke aate hai," he snapped, grabbing her hair again with one hand and slapping her lightly with the other.
["I don't have all the time in the world- open your mouth, or I know other ways to make you,"]
She was empty now. Her tears kept falling, but she didn't fight. She couldn't. Like always, she did what she was told.
Because Trayambak wasn't a husband.
He was a monster.
And she was trapped.