Her hands clenched the book. He saw the battle within her—the stutter that choked her words, the fear that paralyzed her tongue. She wanted to say something. He could feel it. But the words died in her throat.
Her lips parted in shock. A tear spilled down her cheek. "B-but you… you sleep on the f-floor."
She reached up and unbuttoned the first button of her dress herself. "D-don't you dare," she said. And she smiled. It was the first real smile he had ever seen from her—crooked, shy, but radiant. Under The Oak Tree Manga
"R-Riftan," she said, her voice a soft, scratchy whisper. "Y-you are l-late."
She stared at him, her large, doe-like eyes wide. Then, slowly, tremblingly, she raised a hand. Her fingers hovered over his scarred cheek. "Y-you are n-not a brute," she breathed. "You are… you are my h-husband." Her hands clenched the book
"I won't break you," he whispered against her neck, his voice a raw vow. "And you won't break me. We'll just… be broken together."
He turned and walked into the library.
It was a chaste kiss. A wife's kiss. But it burned him down to his soul.
Her hands clenched the book. He saw the battle within her—the stutter that choked her words, the fear that paralyzed her tongue. She wanted to say something. He could feel it. But the words died in her throat.
Her lips parted in shock. A tear spilled down her cheek. "B-but you… you sleep on the f-floor."
She reached up and unbuttoned the first button of her dress herself. "D-don't you dare," she said. And she smiled. It was the first real smile he had ever seen from her—crooked, shy, but radiant.
"R-Riftan," she said, her voice a soft, scratchy whisper. "Y-you are l-late."
She stared at him, her large, doe-like eyes wide. Then, slowly, tremblingly, she raised a hand. Her fingers hovered over his scarred cheek. "Y-you are n-not a brute," she breathed. "You are… you are my h-husband."
"I won't break you," he whispered against her neck, his voice a raw vow. "And you won't break me. We'll just… be broken together."
He turned and walked into the library.
It was a chaste kiss. A wife's kiss. But it burned him down to his soul.