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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Silver Hair, Black Heart, Red Cape Flare
He rides in like fate wrapped in silk and steel. That crimson cape? Not for show—it flares when he moves, like danger announcing itself. His eyes say nothing, but his hand hovering over the sword? Oh, it screams. *Kiss Him Before He Kills Me* hits different when you’re the one holding the knife. ⚔️
When the Spear Drops, the World Tilts
She fumbles the spear—once, twice—then catches it mid-fall. The soldiers freeze. He doesn’t blink. That tiny stumble? It’s the pivot of the whole scene. In *Kiss Him Before He Kills Me*, power isn’t in the sword—it’s in the hesitation before the strike. 💫
Ninjas vs. Flags: A Choreo Clash
Black-clad shadows burst from the trees like smoke—swords drawn, silence absolute. Meanwhile, red banners lie trampled in the dirt. The contrast is brutal: tradition vs. stealth, ceremony vs. chaos. *Kiss Him Before He Kills Me* turns battlefield tension into visual poetry. 🎭
His Hand Raises… But Not to Strike
That slow lift of his palm—no weapon, no threat—just air and intent. She freezes. The world holds its breath. In that suspended second, *Kiss Him Before He Kills Me* reveals its genius: the most dangerous moment isn’t violence… it’s mercy withheld. 🕊️
The Veil That Hides More Than It Covers
Her white veil trembles with every breath—bloodstains bloom like ink on rice paper. She clutches the spear not as a weapon, but as a lifeline. Every glance toward him is a silent plea: *Kiss Him Before He Kills Me* isn’t just a title—it’s her prayer. 🌸