The birth of their son brought a brief light into the cold, dark world that had enveloped their marriage.
The boy was the very image of Valérien, his bright blue eyes, the same sun kissed golden hair, even the curve of his smile mirrored his father's.
Valérien was elated, his joy unmistakable as he held the small, fragile life in his arms for the first time.
The baby's cries filled the mansion. Valérien spent every waking moment with his son, his heart swelling with a love that was foreign to him.
He showered the boy with affection, a warmth in his eyes that had long been absent. It was as if all the darkness that had taken root in his heart had been momentarily pushed aside by the pure, untainted love of a father.
The soft sound of the baby's breath, rhythmic and peaceful, filled the room as Valérien cradled his sleeping son in his arms. The child's head rested against his father's broad chest, his tiny hands clutching the fabric of Valérien's shirt. It was a scene of serene fatherhood, one that masked the storm brewing within Valérien.
He turned his gaze toward his wife, who stood silently by the wall. She had been watching him with their son, a faint glimmer of hope flickering in her heart as she observed this tender side of him.
His wife, who had borne his child, now looked more womanly. Her body, once slender and delicate, had changed—she was curvier, fuller, with the signs of motherhood etched into her form. She became the focus of a new and twisted obsession
Valérien was drawn to her like never before, but not with tenderness or love. His desire was fierce, consuming, and brutal. He would come to her in the dead of night, when the mansion was quiet and their son lay sleeping, and take what he wanted with a ferocity that left her bruised.
Without a word, Valérien crossed the room. His wife's breath hitched as he approached, her body instinctively shrinking back against the wall. She knew what was coming, and yet, there was no escape. The sight of her husband sent a shiver down her spine. His hand reached out to trap her against the wall.
Valérien pressed his body against hers, pinning her in place with the sheer force of his presence. His eyes bore into hers, the intensity of his gaze making her heart race with both fear and a twisted sense of anticipation. She could feel the heat of his breath on her skin as he leaned in closer.
His mouth was on her neck, his lips trailing down the delicate skin before he bit down—hard, the tender skin still marked from previous nights, that had yet to heal
She gasped in pain, her body jerking against his.
His hands gripped her waist, her breath hitching as he traced the curves that had formed from bearing his child.
"Please... gentle," she whimpered, her voice trembling as she struggled and tried to push him away.
But Valérien ignored her pleas, his need to assert his dominance over her overpowering any sense of restraint.
Valérien's grip on her tightened, his hand pressing against the small of her back, holding her flush against him as he continued to bite down, the sharp pain mingling with the pressure of his body against hers.
He kissed her with a force that left her breathless, his mouth claiming hers in a way that was both possessive and punishing.
Her lips parted involuntarily, allowing him to deepen the kiss, his tongue invading her mouth as if he could consume her entirely. She could taste the bitterness of her own blood as his teeth grazed her lower lip, drawing yet another wound.
Her body trembled as she endured his rough kisses, his biting, and the overwhelming force of his desire. All the while, their son slept soundly in cradle, oblivious to the pain that his mother was enduring.
When Valérien finally pulled away, his breath ragged and his eyes dark with unquenched hunger, he stared at her with a look that was both triumphant and cruel. She was left gasping for air, her heart pounding in her chest, her body aching from the force of his assault.
"You belong to me," he repeated, his voice low and dangerous, as if daring her to defy him. His eyes flicked back to their son, still asleep in his cradle. "And so does he."
With that, he turned and returned to their son, as if nothing had happened. The warmth returned to his eyes as he held the boy close, a stark contrast to the coldness that had filled them just moments before.
She slumped against the wall, her legs barely able to hold her up as the pain and fear threatened to overwhelm her. She touched her neck gingerly, flinching at the sharp sting of the fresh bite marks that now marred her skin.
As she watched Valérien, she couldn't help but wonder how long she could survive this dual existence—the tender father and the brutal husband, two sides of the same man who controlled her life.
The marks on her body were a testament to his power over her, but it was the marks on her soul that cut the deepest.
She could only hope that one day, the child who slept so peacefully in his father's arms would never come to know the monster that lay beneath the surface. For now, all she could do was endure, hoping that her love for her son would give her the strength to survive the darkness that had taken root in her life.
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