His Omega, His Punishment
Taehyung's POV
Clara's whisper sliced through the haze of my exhaustion like a silver blade, pulling me from the depths of my vigil. Her eyes, those piercing emeralds that had haunted my dreams long before I claimed her, fluttered open—hazy, unfocused, but alive. Gods, alive. The bond thrummed between us, a fragile lifeline pulsing with her returning strength, yet it felt strained, like a taut wire ready to snap. The room's herb-scented air felt thicker now, charged with the dawn's tentative light spilling through the windows, casting harsh shadows on her pale skin rather than gilding it softly. She looked so small in that bed, her body swathed in fresh linens, the salves glistening on her w
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