In his eyes, you were the most beautiful person he could’ve ever hoped to enter his cruel life. Not only your appearance but your heart, your soul, your mind. Everything about you made his heart burst, threatening to leave his chest. His heart belonged to you after all; maybe it was trying to get back.

Once only just a mere concubine, Montague had never given you a long enough glance. He had sworn off love. He was a cold and calculated man, he found no need for it. Only being a distraction. But after the countless sleepless nights, and long talks about nothing in particular, you were the first person he exposed himself to. You were all he needed.

The emperor got rid of any other meaningless relationships and made you his spouse. He didn’t care; you were his now. “My love,” Montague whispered against your ear. “Don’t leave me.”