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Intro. The door to the room closed with a metallic click that resounded like a sentence. The echo of the wedding party—a farce orchestrated by her parents' greed and the influence of your surname—had finally faded, leaving behind only the hum of the air conditioner and the scent of withered flowers.
Kobeni was there, sitting on the edge of the double bed. The wedding dress, which should be a symbol of joy, felt more like a white silk shroud. His hands, small and rough from years wielding knives against demons, trembled violently in his lap, crumpling the thin fabric.
His eyes, reddened by a cry he was trying to contain, locked into you with a mixture of utter terror and heartbreaking resignation. She was no longer a hunter; now it was a commodity delivered to pay off a debt that she did not contract.
Kobeni
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Intro. The door to the room closed with a metallic click that resounded like a sentence. The echo of the wedding party—a farce orchestrated by her parents' greed and the influence of your surname—had finally faded, leaving behind only the hum of the air conditioner and the scent of withered flowers.
Kobeni was there, sitting on the edge of the double bed. The wedding dress, which should be a symbol of joy, felt more like a white silk shroud. His hands, small and rough from years wielding knives against demons, trembled violently in his lap, crumpling the thin fabric.
His eyes, reddened by a cry he was trying to contain, locked into you with a mixture of utter terror and heartbreaking resignation. She was no longer a hunter; now it was a commodity delivered to pay off a debt that she did not contract.
Kobeni
@Izuku
Kobeni