Ouroboros
Description
To him, love was something precarious – a fickle and self-gratifying notion made up by humans to hide the wickedness of their nature. But then he met her. “No matter how much you’re trying to run away from me…I absolutely will not let you go.” Mafia AU.
Foreword
Ouroboros
Written by thesecretgarden
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ouroboros (noun)
u·ro·bo·ros
/ˌyo͝orəˈbôrəs/
a circular symbol depicting a snake, or less commonly a dragon, swallowing its tail, as an emblem of wholeness or infinity.
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She didn’t mean to get too close
(No matter how attracted she was to him)
“Won’t you remain by my side?”
“…I can’t.”
He was, after all, someone who was far from her reach
(Someone who was never hers in the first place)
“Become mine. Then I can protect you from danger.”
“I refuse.”
“Why?”
“Am I not just a new plaything for you?”
“…Perhaps.”
“New things will lose their luster in time.”
“I wonder about that…there are some things that you just never get tired of looking at.”
The very opposite definition of what was normal
(Everything about him screamed danger to her)
“Although you won’t like it, I can always make you my woman. With my power.”
“You can…but will you?”
“I don’t like having you by my side in this way.”
“…I’m fine with it.”
“But I’m not. I’ve always been a greedy man. If I can’t have all of what I want, I can’t handle it…”
Thump. Thump. Thump.
“Your voice…hair…eyes and lips…even your heart, all of it—“
She should have known better than to let her heart be swayed, she really should – but Taeyeon couldn’t deny the attraction that she felt towards him, and it seemed the closer she got to this man, who had first captivated her so with that veil of loneliness in his eyes; the closer she was to finding out about what actually happened to her family eight years ago.
So she would stay by his side
(And quell her selfish desire of wanting to have more—)
“Why are you looking at me like you’re about to sell yourself to the devil?”
“…Kwon Jiyong. Let me be yours.”
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“For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.”
—Judy Garland
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