DM Side Story 08
It might have been a mistake to come all the way to Moscow and thrust her head into the beast’s mouth. But she didn’t want to climb into a bed without him there again. Sarin wanted to smell the scent of this male that stung her nose, the vivid raw smell.
And she wanted to accept it with her whole body.
Sarin reached out and wrapped her arms around Owen’s neck and buried her face in his shoulder. Just like he did to her.
“I will always come to you, no matter where I am.”
He was extremely satisfied with this beautiful being coming to him.
Running a hand through his hair, Owen pulled the sheet over Sarin’s shoulders and rose to his feet. Then he lightly touched the small earring clinging to her earlobe and looked down at her with a wistful expression.
“Sleep well.”
His voice was filled with delight.
Wanting to see her more closely, he knelt on the floor by Sarin’s bedside, rested his chin on his hand, and gazed at her. His hands couldn’t stay still, continuing to lightly tickle her cheeks like feathers. Each time, Sarin slightly furrowed her brow but didn’t wake up.
“My hands just can’t leave you alone, can they?”
The corners of his eyes softened.
Since Sarin had come, the nights that had always been a frenzied struggle for Owen had changed. The concept that night was a time someone could rest became unfamiliar to him. But it was becoming a time where they could just simply breathe together and lean on each other.
Enough to make him want to settle down.
After gazing at her with drowsy eyes, he soon got up again. He picked up the coat Sarin had taken off. His fingers touched the stiff edge of something in the pocket.
“I wonder what this means.”
He couldn’t help the twisted smile that formed, clicking his tongue. Owen didn’t check the contents, but continued to fiddle with that edge for a long time.
☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓 ☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓
When he woke up after a long sleep, Sarin wasn’t beside him.
After returning together to Eden City, it became a routine. Holding her hand tightly at night, and in the morning, she would quietly disappear. Owen, wearing only a robe, chuckled as he walked out of the bedroom.
The old, well-maintained mansion was still warm in the morning, despite the early winter.
He made his way to the first floor of the mansion, where the dining room was located, and stopped in front of the parlor, which had a picturesque view of the entire garden.
It was because he found Sarin half-lying on the large sofa bed with a child’s head resting on her thigh. Owen stood slanted, tilting his head as he looked at the yogurt bowl on the table.
Since bringing the child, Sarin insisted on having breakfast every morning, diligently feeding the child even while he slept. It was her rule that a child should never skip meals. He, who used to skip meals as casually as eating, found this incomprehensible.
Despite being apart for a long time, the child also woke up at the designated time and behaved just like Sarin.
After a simple yogurt breakfast, they both fell back into an early morning slumber without a stir. Sarin’s hand gently covered the child’s forehead. It was a sight he often saw, but the peaceful faces of the two seemed to be walking in a different time from this space.
“A child…”
Owen said it in a quiet, low voice, as if he were chewing on the word.
She seemed excessively peaceful. He narrowed his eyes, she looked as if she had reached the pinnacle of the life she wanted.
To him, the concept of a child did not exist. He had ominously threatened to kill Pavel if he left behind a dirty seed.
If one were to be born, it would be a seed of discord that needed to be eliminated, and a terrible future where it would roll in the mud, born with tainted blood. He had never lived a life as a child himself.
If the days Owen could remember were the life a child was supposed to live, then he absolutely must not leave one behind.
“Now you want to have a child?”
Owen slowly turned his head in a sluggish manner. Karlena stood there, dressed in a formal black dress. They looked at each other with expressionless faces. It was different from when he looked at Sarin. His face had gone cold in an instant, and only a chill filled it.
Karlena, too, faced Owen without enthusiasm. She slowly observed the two in the parlor, whom he hadn’t taken his eyes off until now.
It was the existence of a child that she thought she would never see again in this mansion, and the woman she had pushed away and made to flee.
The late sun of Moscow seeped through the window. It was a scene like a silent film. Neither Karlena nor Owen had ever known such comfort in their lives.
“Don’t even think about having one.”
“Depending on who raises them, even dirty bloodlines can turn out quite elegant.”
“But that doesn’t change the environment.”
In the end, they would become monsters who were indifferent to human life. But Karlena’s words gradually dispelled the fog in Owen’s cloudy mind.
A child.
What face will my child have, and how will I embrace them?
He thought clearly for the first time. His and Sarin’s child.
“Will the dirty bloodline also improve to some extent?”
Certainly, it won’t be only his mixed in. It might be okay since some kindness that can’t simply be ignored is also mixed in. It was a strange desire. He wanted to completely conquer that blind little Sarin, but maybe creating another place for her affection to be directed would be better.
“How foolish.”
Karlena scoffed coldly.
Owen smiled kindly at her reaction. But that wouldn’t make the monster look any different. He received Karlena’s horrified gaze and silently stepped into the movie with a couch and stood back against the window.
The faint sunlight that came in was blocked by Owen. Shadows fell on the faces of the two sleeping people.
Karlena’s body stiffened. Fangs bared beneath gold-rimmed eyes and smiling lips.
He had merely shifted where he stood, but she sensed a warning.
Owen stretched his arms widely, gripping the back of the sofa. Within the shadow cast by his arms lay the child and Sarin, who leaned against each other and slept. The way she stared at Karlena, his upper body half bent, was enough to raise goosebumps beneath her dress.
Karlena leaned against the wall with one hand, sending a smirk mixed with disdain, furrowing her brow slightly.
“I guess it’s okay to have children and regret it.”
“I…”
“Like you.”
Karlena swallowed her trailing words. Some part of her heart was mercilessly torn. She had no child left.
It was a remark aimed directly at her.
His declaration that he would take no advice from someone who had ruined every relationship she’d ever had.
The woman under his hands, he silently said, would be different from her. Owen returned Karlena’s smirk fully. arin, whose origins were colder than the Moscow winter, was different from Karlena. Convinced, Owen turned back.
“Hah, haha…”
Karlena laughed hollowly.
“Do you think she’ll like it?”
If they have a child, will Sarin approve? The dreadful demon asks her. Karlena’s dry hand roughly swept across her face.
“Ask her yourself. If she’s in her right mind, she’ll certainly find it dreadful,”
Her words didn’t leave any mark on Owen’s sturdy wall.
“Then, when the time comes, she’ll probably accept it with an unavoidable expression.”
Her kindness swallowed him whole. No matter what he asked her to do, she would inevitably open her arms and accept whatever. Owen understood.
Unable to watch the lovely sight any longer, Karlena finally disappeared into the long, dark corridor.
“You should sleep at night,”
Owen softly said, brushing his lips on Sarin’s forehead until she woke up.
When Sarin opened her tired eyes, he was there, above her head and in front of her nose. She wasn’t surprised anymore. Getting used to it was such a frightening thing.
After waking up in the morning and feeding Hayan, the two of them would doze off on the couch together. Owen would come over and wake her up. It was a daily routine with him.
When Sarin weakly smiled and stretched long, firm hands lightly kneaded the tense part of her shoulder.
“When did you wake up?”
“I can’t sleep without you.”
The bed felt chilly.
She laughed, her shoulders shaking soundlessly at Owen’s joke-like comment.
“I guess you can’t, without me.”
“I’ll have to try harder. Leaving you with no energy to crawl out in the morning just won’t do.”
“Really….”
Sarin pressed a finger to Owen’s lips, afraid the kid would understand. He didn’t stop there, but turned his head and kissed every inch of her finger.
Hayan also opened his eyes and blinked his tender eyelids from the movement of the two.
“Uncle!”
The child who had opened his eyes with Sarin called out to him, smiling broadly.
The child bolted upright, reaching out both hands towards Owen in a familiar manner. Owen scooped him up, supporting his bottom. The daily life with Owen had become natural for the white-haired child as well.
Recently, an English teacher had been teaching the child language.
Owen listened quietly to the words he spoke while holding the child. Sarin, who was sitting on the sofa, looked at him lightly talking with the child near the window.
She pressed a hand to her chest, feeling a shiver run down her spine. Hayan never mentioned his biological father. He vaguely guessed the situation.
