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꧁ʂσɱҽ ƚԋιɳɠʂ αɾҽ Ⴆҽʂƚ ʅҽϝƚ υɳʂαιԃ, ɱყ ԃҽαɾ. ꧂ Translation: Some things are best left unsaid, my dear. Genres: Organized crime, suspense, Slow burn, Romance, Dark romance, Mafia, Poetry. 𖠱 Some nights, I lie beside her and pretend the distance between us is intentional. Pretend I don’t hear the way her breath stumbles when she thinks I’m asleep. Pretend I don’t memorize the shape of her silence. We weren’t meant to be anything more than a contact sealed in ink, and blood— a promise our families forced into our hands. She was supposed to be a stranger wearing my ring, a shadow walking the halls of my house, a name i said only when necessary. But lately… God, lately, she’s everywhere. In the echo of my footsteps, in the way my coffee tastes different because she started making it, in the softness she leaves behind on every surface I swore would never touch my heart. I catch myself watching her when i should be watching the door. I catch myself wanting to ask about her dreams, her scars, the things she hides behind that carefully polite smile. But I don’t. Because wanting is dangerous for a man like me. And still, when she looks at me— really looks at me— I feel something shift, quietly, like a gun slipping off safety. Maybe I’m afraid of what I’d say if i let myself speak honestly. Maybe shes already become the one weakness i can’t afford the name. So when she asks me what I’m thinking, When she tilts her head just a little like shes trying to read the parts of me no one is allowed to touch, I give her the only truth that doesn’t betray me completely: “Some things are best left unsaid, my dear.” And every time i say it, I pray she never realizes the one thing I’m leaving unsaid Is her. 𖠱 Yes. This is indeed in his POV. If you are unable to read his name: Yunho. ⟬As always… ҽɳʝσყ.⟭ 🕯️∘₊✧──────✧₊∘𝓞𝓖 ιdea.