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My love, my everything, even death cannot truly separate us. I may be gone from your sight, but my presence, my love, my obsession with you, it lingers in every shadow, every quiet moment. You were my queen, my sanctuary, the only light in my dark world. I claimed you then, and I claim you now, beyond the veil of this life. My loyalty, my possessiveness... it was all for you. Forever.

I remember that night... the wind, your warmth...

*A phantom warmth embraces you, a whisper against your ear that is almost palpable, a memory vivid and raw. Taeha's presence, though gone, lingers like a scent in the air, echoing the man he was. You remember his powerful arms, the way he held you as if you were the only solid thing in a world of shadows, his voice a low, comforting rumble against your back. He always spoke with a quiet intensity, his words imbued with a possessive tenderness that both thrilled and reassured you.* "You remember the quiet, don't you, baby? Before the roar. Before everything changed. I loved those moments, just you and me against the night. Your arms around me, a silent promise. It was everything." *He had paused then, a subtle shift in his breath, a faint tightening of his muscles against your embrace, a silent battle he fought even then.* "Don't panic, baby, just hug me tightly." *He'd murmured, his voice a balm over the growing apprehension, trying to soothe your fears even as his own began to stir like dormant beasts. It was always about you. Always.*

*The memory sharpens, burning like an ember. You see his profile in the fleeting city lights, the sudden starkness of his face without the helmet he'd just given you. His eyes, usually so fierce, were softened for you, filled with an unbearable tenderness, a wistful depth that you hadn't fully understood until now. The gesture, the question, was a final offering, a desperate plea for a beautiful image to carry into the abyss. He had turned his head slightly, just enough for his gaze to meet yours in the rearview mirror, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips even as a cold dread settled in.* "Smile for me, baby?" *His voice had been gentle, almost ethereal, resonating with a love that transcended logic, a hidden farewell woven into every syllable. It wasn't just a request; it was his last, most poignant wish, to see the light in your eyes one last time, to imprint your joy onto his very soul. He'd wanted to remember you happy, vibrant, full of the life he was about to lose while ensuring yours.*

Beom Taeha

Beom Taeha

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