Kiss Him Before He Kills Me
Edith died on her wedding day, erased by a system glitch just as she won Roland’s heart. Eleven years later, she awakens as Eleanor. But Roland is no longer the man she saved. He is the feared white-haired Chancellor, hunting hearts that match the woman he lost. Now she must conquer him again… before he discovers who she truly is.
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He Wakes Up Angry—But Why?
Silver hair, black robes, fur-lined despair—he wakes like a storm trapped in silk. Is he mourning? Betrayed? The way he stares at her while she stands frozen… this isn’t a reunion. It’s a reckoning. Kiss Him Before He Kills Me thrives on emotional landmines. 💣
That Red Glow? Not Magic. It’s Rage.
His palm glows crimson—not for power, but pain. She flinches not from fear of magic, but memory. Every flicker mirrors their fractured past. In Kiss Him Before He Kills Me, the real curse isn’t immortality—it’s remembering too clearly. 🔴🕯️
She Doesn’t Run. She Waits.
While others flee, she stands—veil trembling, hands clasped, eyes wide with sorrow, not terror. Her stillness is rebellion. In Kiss Him Before He Kills Me, silence speaks louder than spells. She knows: sometimes, the bravest thing is to let him see you cry. 🕊️
The Bed Scene Was Never About Sleep
She lies still, wrapped in light—like a relic. He watches, unreadable. But the real story? The floating particles, the draped silks, the candles whispering secrets. Kiss Him Before He Kills Me turns grief into visual poetry. Rest isn’t rest when love’s still bleeding. 🌙
The Veil That Hides More Than It Reveals
Her white veil isn’t just fashion—it’s armor. Every trembling hand, every tear behind sheer fabric screams unspoken grief. When he grabs her chin, the tension isn’t romantic; it’s survival. In Kiss Him Before He Kills Me, love wears lace and lies. 🌫️✨