THESE MINEFIELDS • LMH•villain au; somewhere between angst and fluff; mention of injury, blood, and death; 815 words; for @meanhly♡
Your dress was white and stark against the ruination around you. The flowers Minho had carefully wound into your hair every day smiled, whispering shy welcome against his skin as he rested his forehead against yours. Like a man folded into deep prayer, and you were his hallowed temple. He clutched your cold, clasped hands in his bloodied grip and hoped, with all the remains of his tattered soul.
