AW MAN NOT THE MOTHER IN LAW—


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AW MAN NOT THE MOTHER IN LAW—
❛ i can’t lose you again! ❜ / hehehee
🎲ʚɞ ― Hyun stared at her, his eyes empty, giving nothing back as she begged for something — anything — to hold onto. The mask had slipped. The game was finished. He didn’t bother pretending anymore; he’d already gotten what he wanted: an heir, someone who’d one day stand toe-to-toe with Gwi-Ma. That was always the point.
His voice was light — almost entertained — while she fell apart, choking on the truth she’d tried so hard not to see. She clung to the scraps of their past, insisting it meant something, that what they’d shared was real. He tilted his head, looking down at her with a cold curiosity. “Didn’t you hear me?” His eyebrow arched. “I never loved you. You were just a means to an end. Now that I have what I want, you’re nothing to me. You can’t lose what was never yours.”
He was already thinking of leaving. He’d return when she was ready to give birth, but there was no reason to linger now. “It’s almost funny, isn’t it?” he murmured, a wicked smile curling on his lips as he traced a finger beneath her trembling chin. “Imagine — a demon like me, capable of loving you. How foolish.”
He drank in the devastation on her face, savoring the final blow, and then — without another word — vanished, leaving nothing behind but the echo of her heartbreak and a cloud of black smoke.
Stevie gazes over at Mi-Yeong as she speak to her, a brow slightly quirked upward as she listens to her words. Listens to the tone in her voice. She offers the woman a soft, reassuring smile. Stress. Yea, she understood that. She had been down that road a time or two in the past, she'd admit. It was natural, of course.
"Yea, sleep is always a good remedy for stress but," she softly exhales, "I know you 'n the girls are gonna do good. Y'always do," she says, crossing over leg over the other as she looks at her own cup on the table.
"Other than worry for the performance, y'doin' alright?" she asks, taking the teacup to take a sip from, "Is there anythin' else weighin' on y'mind that might be contributin' to the worry?"
If there was, of course, she'd be there to listen.
@shelight | From xx.