The pale candle light was too inferior to the darkness looming outside the window.
A man watched that helpless candle fighting against the black night to prevent it entering the room when the clouds swallowed up the moon.
Inside that room, the dim light reflected against her sleepy face, messy hair and curled up shape.
His hands were holding a glass filled with red liquid. Swallowing it bit by bit he looked at the woman beside her.
𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧? 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙮 𝙖 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙫𝙖𝙨𝙚...
Tonight, he planned to ruin this flower to make that vase empty forever. But something feels so wrong.
"𝑼𝒎...𝑫𝒖𝒌𝒆..."
A thin and soft hand landed on his lap, he glared at the small round face which looked more comfortable than before.
𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩...𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩?
Being annoyed he pushed that hand, a little ruthlessly, ignoring the stinging pain in his chest.
𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨? 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙...𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚, 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧.
He had already ruined her as he pleased, indulged her to the point that there's no way she could survive without him. Now all he needed is to throw her out in this cruel world...but...
𝙉𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙛𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙙, 𝙄'𝙢 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙯𝙮, 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙙𝙤 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙨𝙛𝙮 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛...𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙭𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙨𝙛𝙞𝙚𝙙?
Never did he expect that this little flower will be so addicting, his heart which was always neglected by him betrayed so badly.
Suddenly, a gust of wind entered inside the room, blowing off the candle and made the room utter dark.
"𝑼𝒉...𝒔𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅..𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅.."
His thoughts disappeared in a wink, either subconsciously or in habit he pulled the blanket hurriedly to cover her.
"𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙚𝙩? 𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙬 𝙪𝙥?"
Out of worry there was even a little scold in his voice, in the utter darkness he could see a pair of blue confused sleepy eyes looking back at him.
"𝙎𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥...𝙤𝙧 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡..."
He even patted on her small head, but she didn't seem convinced. That small hand which he pushed before in annoyance now approached him again..caressed his face...
"𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒕? 𝑫𝒊𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎, 𝑫𝒖𝒌𝒆?"
He couldn't push that hand this time, truth to be told, he didn't even want to...
"𝑳𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅, 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈..."
Those little soft palms wiped the sweats and all the ridiculous thoughts he was having.
"𝙄'𝙢 𝙖 𝙗𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙖𝙙, 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙞𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙮 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚..."
Marriage...it was a child's play for him, but to keep her with him, he could do that, doesn't it already give a perfect answer?
In that utter darkness...he got enlightened for the first time...𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳...
"𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙣𝙫𝙖𝙡𝙪𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙄 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙚, 𝙅𝙪𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙩?"
A clear ringing laughter echoed in darkness...
"𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕? 𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚"
He is willing to be that vase to hold onto this flower.
Prettier than moon, as sweet as syrup
She was made for him, to make his night lit up
✍️ Hello friends, this is the third trailer of my chat story "Why would she choose the Villain?" The first and the second trailers are "Why would she choose the Villain?" and "Villain's adored one". Please read this and let me know about it.
𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆. 𝗣𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗶𝘁..𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂...❤️❤️❤️
