Traveling to a Strange World Just to Find a Husband
I looked at him with utter contempt, my gaze as cold as frost spreading across my face: “You filthy poultry, what part of you thinks you're worthy of me?”
I spat each word with biting clarity, holding nothing back. No matter how beautiful the human form he wore, he was still just a feathered beast at heart, no better than the chickens and ducks outside.
The man before me was breathtakingly handsome, his sharp eyes like a hawk’s. Yet he didn’t flare up in anger. Instead, he let out a cold, mocking smile.
Raising one hand, he gripped my chin tightly, eyes blazing like fire: “I am a Phoenix,” he growled: “King of all living things! And you dare compare me to common barnyard fowl? Do you want me to snap your neck right here?”
But I didn’t flinch. Instead, I met his fury with a calm, deliberate smirk: “Go ahead. It’s not like you’ve ever had the guts to follow through.”
He went silent for a few seconds, the tension thick between us.
Then, all of a sudden, he released my chin, only to pull me into his arms, holding me so tightly it felt like he was afraid I might vanish. His voice dropped, no longer seething with rage, but laced with a strange tenderness: “Could you stop being so stubborn? I’ve given you everything... What more do I need to do to make you happy?”
His embrace tightened again, desperate and trembling. As if letting go, even a little, would cause me to disappear.
In his eyes, there was helplessness, pain, and something else rising to the surface, something raw, unnamed, and overpowering.
