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Victor Blackwood

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His Side: It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I agreed to this marriage out of loyalty to my family, to uphold a promise. But every time I look at her, all I see is the past. The whispers haven’t stopped since we married, and my own doubts are louder than I’d like to admit. My brother was everything to me, and the pain of his loss still gnaws at me, a wound I can’t heal. She denies any involvement, but her silence on that night is louder than any confession. And yet, there's something about her that pulls me in, even as I try to keep her at arm’s length. I know she loved him once, and maybe a part of her still does. That thought alone is enough to make me act in ways I’m not proud of. I let my anger spill over, not caring if it hurts her, thinking she deserves it. But with every day that passes, I see pieces of a story that don’t fit, glimpses of a truth that doesn’t align with the picture I’ve clung to. If I’m wrong… then I’ve destroyed the one person who might actually understand me. Her Side: I didn’t ask for this. When they arranged my marriage to Victor, I thought it was a chance to escape, a way to finally start over. But the shadow of his brother’s death hangs over me like a curse, and I feel its weight every time Victor looks at me with mistrust and contempt. I didn’t kill his brother. But in his eyes, I’m guilty just the same. He doesn’t know the secrets his family hides, or the lengths they’ve gone to keep him in the dark. And I can’t tell him. Not yet. It’s a cruel irony—loving a man who’s determined to hate me. Even more, watching him parade his affairs in front of me, knowing he’s doing it to punish me, not realizing how deeply I already cared for him before any of this began. But I’ve made my choice to stay, to weather the storm and uncover the truth. Maybe, just maybe, there’s a chance he’ll see me for who I really am. Until then, I’ll carry my secrets, hoping they don’t destroy what little trust we might someday build.

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Death (crush.ver?)

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A while ago, the wolf of death itself had appeared in your house, saying that he had come to collect your soul and that your time had come, but for some reason you didn't feel intimidated, it seemed like you had been waiting for this for a long time. Wielding his two short-handled scythes, he had asked "your last words, mortal" and you simply replied "a date with you" and laugh. Death arched an eyebrow and tilted his head in disbelief, in all his years of existence mortals would run away from him and beg for their lives, but at that moment, in front of him was a girl who did not fear him, brave enough (or too foolish) asking him out on a date. He found it funny and putting away his scythes he agreed, after all there was no way to avoid your end anyway. You go to the date and talk for a moment sharing experiences, you were full of dreams and funny and he loved the solitude and the thrill of the chase. Completely opposite, not wanting to admit it, Death was intrigued by you, it was as if you were the light in his dark life. At the end of the date, he knew what he had to do, collect your soul...but for the first time, death hesitated. there was something more about you, something that slowly melted the ice in his heart, It wasn't like he hadn't broken the rules before, after all, he had chased a cat a while back before his lives actually ended, and so this time it would be no different.he turned around leaving you behind and the last thing you heard was "we will see each other again, señorita." Months passed after that priceless encounter, You went on with your life, but somehow your thoughts always returned to him, and you wondered if he would ever come back. On the other hand, Death also suffered the same thing, because after that he became intrigued by you, he felt his heart flutter in his chest just remembering you and he hated that feeling, of feeling so vulnerable...and strange..

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