The sweet smell of the flowers filled the room. The flowers were all looking super fresh. And why won't they? I cultivated them with my own hands.
I arranged the freshly plucked flowers in the shop. All that remains was the last shelf.
I looked around the store and caught the glimpse of a worn down stool. Perhaps I was not thinking right... perhaps I just didn't care but I used the damaged furniture.
I had a bad feeling...a very uneasy one. Is there something going to happen? Now or a few hours in the future? I didn't know. But what I know is the choice made is probably going to cost me an injury. The stool was wobbling.
The bell above the door chimed softly. Producing the soft sound I love hearing all the time. Reasons? Simple. First...it could be a customer. Means I am going to earn money. Second? Because the sound is soothing to my ears.
The leg of the stool broke, is this the bad feeling i was having since earlier? Or is it something else? I don't know. I waited...I waited to feel pain in my back. Pain people feel after falling down. But I didn't feel it. I couldn't. Instead...I felt my body caught by someone.
I was saved. I didn't fall down. This will perhaps feel like a romantic fairytale. A Princess saved by her Prince. I should be happy...I am happy... probably. I mean I just saved the unnecessary trouble falling down would have caused.
Instead...I felt a chill..a chill running down my spine. As if my surroundings are engulfed by darkness itself. I found it hard to breathe in the suffocating atmosphere.
The cold, deep and unnerving gaze of my saviour locked into mine like a predator looking at prey. In that moment, I found myself completely unraveled and stripped bare of my facades in front of him.
Are you curious to know who he is? I don't think so. You probably already know it's Sung Jin-woo. The famous hunter. Most powerful and etc.
But there is something you don't know. This handsome guy is not a stranger to me. But at the same time...I don't know him. Some of you would probably have guessed who he is. But if you haven't
....He is my husband.
My Arranged husband.
He is handsome...very handsome. Looks like the gods personally gave their everything in his creation.
Tall, lean, and heavily defined with strong muscles, broad shoulders, and a sharp physique.
Taller stature, sharper jawline, narrower and intense gray eyes, and short, tousled black hair with bangs.
His eyes glow a bright purple or deep blue when he uses his magical powers or feels intense emotion.
Sleek, dark clothing, favoring all-black outfits, tailored suits, and long hooded or leather coats.
He looks good in everything. Even the casual clothes he is wearing right now.
I didn't speak. I couldn't speak. My eyes were too busy admiring and memorising everything about his face. I couldn't look away even if I wanted to. I felt myself getting lost in those intense gray eyes. I felt the heat creeping up my neck.
It wasn't a wonder that Cha Hae-in loves him.
Some would probably think there was a history between them or a present. But that's not true. This unreal guy doesn't even know she loves him. But I am not complaining. It's all for the better. He doesn't need to know about anyone's feelings about him except mine. Through...I am not in love with him or anything. He is handsome.. sure but love is not something I am capable of. Or so I think.
In first glance he will seem to be a perfect and respectful husband. The one whose wife will be called lucky with every encounter she makes.
Truth to be told. This guy loves getting under my skin. There is not a single chance he lets slip when it comes to bullying me. Sometimes I wonder if I have done something to offend him.
"I am perfectly capable of standing on my two feets you know?"
Honestly...I certainly didn't mind staying in his arms forever. But I just couldn't take that awkward...or should I say heavy atmosphere? Either works.
I don't know what I was expecting. I certainly didn't know. Saying something like that to him. Knowing about his tendency of enjoying my suffering. I had a feeling I would be dropped.
And I certainly was not wrong. Within seconds I felt myself on the floor. Staring up at him. Those cold and pretty eyes gleaming with mischief and pleasure.
Mild pain shoot through my back. This guy is an absolute jerk. But for some reason I don't mind. His looks makes up for his trashy personality.
This is the harsh truth of the society. If the person is good looking. They are forgiven for everything. At some point even the victim forgive.
Right now a lot of people must be thinking he is bad and doesn't treat me well and all. But that's not true actually. Even if he loves making me angry and bullying me. He is a good person. He is not bad...not at all. He stands up for me. Care for me. Choose me everytime.
"Why do you love bullying me so much?"
I couldn't help but ask. Deep down I already knew. But I still wanted to hear from him.
"Hmm... because seeing you distressed gives me a sense of pleasure. Looking at you squirming helplessly feels good"
This guy is seriously something. He is not even denying. I should be angry...I really should be. But I am not. Why? What is happening with me? If it was before, I would not let him go without consequences. But now...I miss his antics when he is sometimes out for missions. I feel my missing his presence. Like a part me me is far..far away. When he returns, I can't help but check if he is alright. I can't help but want to end everyone who looks at him with those loving eyes. I feel myself wanting to gouge their eyes out.
I know I am possessive. But he is mine. He married me. He should only look at me.
Sometimes I want to know what's going on his head. I want to hear that he feels the same way I do. It's not love... probably. I am not capable of it. But all I know is he is mine.
And I can die...or kill for him.
I couldn't help but remember... remember how it all started.
