Saving the Man Who Ends the World "My Worship, My Ruin

I died reading a novel.
I woke up inside it.
Inside the villain.
The one who destroys his husband and burns the empire to ash.
Now I'm married to him.
Seth Morrow doesn't know I'm not who he thinks I am.
He doesn't need threats.
He doesn't need chains.
He doesn't even need to lie.
He just looks at me like I already belong to him, and somehow the conversation is over before it begins.
Everyone loves him.
Everyone trusts him.
And every time I try to fight him, he takes my anger apart piece by piece and hands it back to me as if it was his idea all along.
The worst part?
Sometimes I can't tell if he's manipulating me.
Or if I'm walking willingly into the trap.
He doesn't know I've read how this ends.
He doesn't know I remember every warning, every red flag, every disaster waiting for us at the end of the road.
But every day I spend with him, those memories feel less certain.
Less important.
And I'm starting to forget which ending I'm trying to prevent.
Mine.
Or his.

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