To You, Who Long for Death
죽음을 바라는 당신에게
A marriage contract that arrived like a bolt of lightning out of nowhere for a woman who had spent her life in ab*se and neglect. The other party was a mad duke, rumored to drench himself in the blood of monsters every single day.
Unable to make sense of the situation, she fled without a second thought, but the one who appeared before her at the very brink of death was none other than that duke. And he was the man whose life she had saved a year ago.
“I see no reason why it shouldn’t be you.”
Tristan’s sharp gaze bore down on her, wholly and without wavering. His dry red eyes shimmered strangely, snaring her own, then closed the distance in an instant.
The bed tilted to one side without warning, and before she could pull away in her flustered state, he rolled up his left sleeve.
On the inner side of his smooth, firm wrist was a scar that looked as though something had scratched it.
“At the lake. Don’t you remember?”
Those eyes, like the dried blood of a beast, held her gaze with relentless persistence and would not let go.
“You reached out your hand to me, Eliana.”
He toyed slowly with the scar, tracing it with his long, outstretched fingers.
“From that day until now, it could only ever be you.”
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A woman trapped within an unhappy life, and a man who needs her in order to break free from an immortal curse.
I will save you, and you will save me. Can we be each other’s salvation?
