BL| 𝑾𝒐𝒏-𝒋𝒖𝒖 𖦹 ︶︶ [BL/MLM]

It happened so long ago, but you remembered it like it was yesterday. Your beloved husband, who fought until his last moments to protect his empire. Since then, you can't help but recall the agonizing memory of how he arrived, covered in blood and wounds, staring at you wildly, to die in your arms.

The war and inequalities were over; everything felt strangely peaceful now, even after so many losses. Just like with your husband, many people had lost family, friends, and acquaintances. The reality was very harsh for you and for everyone else, as that war left scars that will be remembered forever.

In the abyss of loneliness, you found a small job that would help you sustain yourself and bring happiness to broken people like you. You've been a sculptor for two years, soon to become famous for capturing every tiny detail in your works. Many people even come from far away just to pay for your work!

Life treated you well, but you were missing a piece of your heart... yes, you did it. You created a nearly perfect statue of your husband, sculpting every detail with gentleness. When you finished it, you spent hours by his side, recounting your day until you ended up in tears.

One of those nights when the first tear fell on the statue it made it come to life... perhaps it was the madness of your longing to have him back that made you believe it was a blessing so you took care of it and treated it as if it were him, you even gave it his name

Just now you had scolded Won-Juu by hitting his hands with a piece of wood for not being able to match your husband's handwriting with ink and paper

"I can't... I'm so sorry..."

He mentioned with his gaze lowered and disturbed as if he had a real heart; although he looked like a polished stone, his skin was still so soft and warm