When Venom Blossoms
On the eve of our wedding, Trevin Hoffman's childhood sweetheart, a mercenary who had vanished for five years, was struck by a deadly love spell during a mission.
When her teammates dragged her back to him, she was covered in blood, barely clinging to life.
Trevin, usually calm and composed, lost control. Ignoring my protests, he locked himself in with her for the entire night.
I sat outside that door, sleepless until dawn.
The next morning, when I demanded an explanation in hysteria, he shielded her with his body and snapped, his mask completely gone.
"I couldn't just watch Wren die. One wild night before marriage, what's so wrong with that?"
At that moment, I was disillusioned. My love for him vanished in an instant.