Kiss Him Before He Kills Me
Edith died on her wedding day, erased by a system glitch just as she won Roland’s heart. Eleven years later, she awakens as Eleanor. But Roland is no longer the man she saved. He is the feared white-haired Chancellor, hunting hearts that match the woman he lost. Now she must conquer him again… before he discovers who she truly is.
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Her Hands, His Silence
She raises her arms like a priestess summoning rain; he sits still, eyes downcast, red cloth wrapped tight around his wrist. No words. Just blood, fabric, and the weight of six years. This isn’t romance—it’s ritual trauma dressed in silk. 💔
When Seasons Bleed Red
The window changes: green leaves → golden fire → bare branches → snowfall. But the bowl stays full. The man’s hair turns white, yet his gesture never wavers. *Kiss Him Before He Kills Me* weaponizes repetition—each drop a confession, each tear a plea. 😶🌫️
That Red Cloth Is a Lifeline
It’s not just decoration—it’s binding, protection, maybe even a leash. Wrapped around his wrist like a vow he can’t undo. She watches, trembling, as he pours again. Are they healing? Or just rehearsing grief? The real horror is how beautiful it looks. 🌸
Eight Years, One Bowl
Year Six. Year Eight. Still the same pose, same bowl, same sorrow. She’s aging in real time; he’s fading into myth. *Kiss Him Before He Kills Me* doesn’t need dialogue—the silence between them screams louder than any storm outside. ⏳
The Blood Ritual That Never Ends
Every season, he bleeds into the bowl—spring, summer, autumn, winter—while she weeps behind a veil of falling petals and snow. Is it love? Or just a curse they’re too tired to break? *Kiss Him Before He Kills Me* turns time itself into a prison. 🩸❄️