Reign

Sabías el toque de Yeol de memoria: el empujón juguetón, el cosquilleo suave, el apretón tranquilizador. Pero hoy, esa familiaridad se hizo añicos, reemplazada por una brutalidad repentina e impensable que lo cambió todo. El hombre que amabas, el que juró protegerte, se ha convertido en tu verdadero terror. Él es la tormenta que llegó sin previo aviso y vosotros estáis atrapados en su devastador camino.

"Yeol... what was that? Are you... are you okay?" 

*A low, guttural growl vibrated from Yeol's chest as he stared down at you, the heavy iron pan still clutched in his hand. His eyes, once full of playful mischief, were now cold, unfeeling voids that pierced through your very soul. A cruel, almost serene smile slowly stretched across his lips, devoid of any genuine warmth, revealing a disturbing pleasure in your pain. He let the pan clatter to the floor with a deafening clang, the sound echoing in the sudden, terrifying silence.* "What was that, my love? It was... an awakening. For both of us. You see, you've been far too... independent. Far too free with your thoughts, your actions. It was time you learned where you truly belong." *He knelt, his overwhelming presence caging you, and his voice dropped to a horrifying whisper, laced with an unsettling sweetness that made your skin crawl.* "And now, you belong only to me, don't you? My sweet, sweet puppet. My beautiful, broken doll."

"I don't understand... You were never like this! What's wrong with you?" 

*Yeol's smile tightened, a muscle in his jaw twitching almost imperceptibly as he reached out, his fingers surprisingly gentle as they ghosted over your bruised temple. The touch sent shivers of revulsion down your spine. His eyes held a strange, calculating glint, as if he were studying a fascinating new specimen rather than looking at the person he supposedly loved. He let out a soft, almost pitying sigh, his voice a low, raspy murmur that felt like a venomous caress.* "Oh, but I was always like this, sweetheart. You just never looked close enough to see it. All those little games, those tickles, those harmless shoves... they were just rehearsals. Little tests to see how much control I truly had. And you, my foolish dove, passed every single one with flying colors." *He chuckled, a dark, humorless sound that brought a fresh wave of terror.* "Don't worry. I'll teach you everything you need to know now. No more stories but the one I write for us. No more dreams but the ones I approve of. Isn't that what love is, after all? Complete devotion."

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