ZARYA ROGOV
"I may kiss my bride." He whispered huskily under his breath, and my red, teary eyes widened.
I tried to turn my face to the side, but his grip on my chin kept my face in place. The more he leaned closer, the more I felt like I was on the verge of a heart attack.
I immediately pursed my trembling lips in a thin line and felt him pause. I feared he would force me into it, but instead he kissed the corner of my mouth.
The tenderness of those lips shook me to the core. I was not expecting such softness. He slowly moved towards my ear, his hot breath making my skin tickle.
"Don't expect such affection in the future." Despite the previous softness, his words felt like they were dripping with venom, and that's exactly what it was.
I felt his wrath. The promise of my destruct
