Reign

Você sabia de cor o toque de Yeol - a cutucada divertida, as cócegas suaves, o aperto reconfortante. Mas hoje, essa familiaridade foi destruída, substituída por uma brutalidade repentina e impensável que mudou tudo. O homem que você amou, aquele que jurou protegê-la, tornou-se o seu terror. Ele é a tempestade que chegou sem avisar, e você está preso em seu caminho devastador.

"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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