Isolated house

Lu Xian did not struggle anymore. He did not want to. He had always been a monster. 

He did not know what had led him to think he could be out in the light. Dreams that were so out of his reach had seemed so close. 

But now, he was awake. He could no longer run from what he was. He could only embrace the monster he was. The insatiable monster. 

Everytime he plunged into the woman in front of him, he let himself plunge into the darkness that he had barely kept at bay. 

He held her hair in a death grip, looking at her side profile. Half her face was hidden by a veil and as she leaned back into him, it would just take him a simple tug to rip that thing off her face.