Viper

Once, Anselm ruled with ice in his veins and a love for blood on his hands. He was untouchable, untamed, angry--a man who had no remorse, no love, just indifference. A man whose love was as suffocating as his wrath. Ghislaine learned that the hard way.

But time has a cruel way of unraveling the truth, and the sins of the past never stay buried.

Two years into their arranged marriage, with their twin daughters caught between them, Anselm stands before her--no longer the cold untouchable man she once knew, but one who pleads for her forgiveness, for a love he shattered.

Yet forgiveness is not easily given and reason aren't either. Not when wounds still bleed. Not when the ghost of his father's sins still whisper in the dark.

The past isn't done with them. And some monsters must be slain before they can find their way back to each other.

Even if it means drowning in blood first.

"You before anyone, viper." He said, stalking toward me, blood staining his skin. "You will always tell me when someone hurts you. No more hiding. Don't make me go insane like this again."