The Bigshot's Superstar Wife

Chapter 80: You are Safe

Athena finished drying Mors’s hair, the quiet between them felt like a fragile thread that could snap at any moment.

She didn’t know how to bridge the gap between the worlds they had once known and the one they now inhabited, but this simple act of care was enough for the moment.

She wanted to believe that this was a new beginning, that the ghosts of the past wouldn’t haunt them again.

She finished, placing the towel on the side table, and gently nudged him toward the bed. He complied silently, and together, they lay down.

The bed felt oddly comforting, and despite the multitude of thoughts racing in her mind, sleep came quickly to her. But it wasn’t the peaceful rest she had hoped for.

In the depths of her dreams, she found herself standing on a barren battlefield, the sky above her blackened with the smoke of an endless war.

The ground beneath her feet trembled with the weight of monstrous creatures, Zergs, the invaders who never ceased to attack.

Their chittering cries echoed through the air, an endless, terrifying sound.

The scene was chaotic and terrifying, and she was in the midst of it, feeling the weight of every loss, every sacrifice.

Athena felt a familiar presence beside her, and she turned to see Mors, his face grim, his body covered in the blood of battles fought.

He stood tall and powerful, yet there was a weariness in his eyes, an exhaustion that no one should ever bear.

The battlefield was a warzone, one that stretched on infinitely, an ever-repeating cycle of death and violence.

"Mors," she called, her voice barely audible over the din of battle. "We need to leave. It’s too much. It’s endless!"

But he didn’t hear her. His eyes were locked onto the battlefield, his sword raised, his determination unwavering.

His shoulders were stiff, but she could see the tension in his every move. He was battling, just as he always did, but this was different.

This wasn’t the Mors she knew. This was the warrior, the soldier who had been fighting this war for far too long.

"You can’t escape this," he said, his voice distant, cold.

"NO!" Athena bolted upright, gasping for air, her heart pounding in her chest. Sweat drenched her body, and her breath came in ragged gasps.

The room around her was dim, the light soft and muted compared to the chaos in her mind.

Her eyes scanned the darkness, and she found herself reaching out desperately, her hands trembling as they searched for something familiar.

"Mors... Mors!" She called, her voice shaky and full of panic. She felt a weight shift beside her, and the next thing she knew, Mors was there.

His hands, strong yet gentle, pulled her close to him, his warm embrace enveloping her like a shield against the nightmare that still clung to her.

"Hey, hey, you’re safe," he whispered, his voice low and soothing.

His fingers combed through her hair, his touch grounding her, calming her racing heart. "You’re safe, Athena. It was just a dream."

She could feel the tension in his body, the way he held her tightly, as if afraid to let go. Athena clung to him, her breathing steadying as she pressed her face into his chest.

His heartbeat was steady, a rhythmic thump that helped calm her mind.

She wanted to believe him, wanted to believe that everything was okay, but the image of Mors dying, the pain, the hopelessness, still lingered in her mind.

"It felt so real," she whispered, her voice trembling. "You... you were gone."

"I’m here," he replied softly, his voice filled with warmth and reassurance. "I’m not going anywhere."

The words didn’t make the terror of the dream vanish, but they brought her comfort, enough to allow her to breathe again.

Athena buried herself in his arms, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat slowly calming her frayed nerves.

As the night stretched on, Mors didn’t let go. He held her close, his arms wrapped tightly around her, offering her the safety and comfort she desperately needed.

Athena’s body finally relaxed, the nightmare slowly fading away into the quiet of the night. It was hard for her to fully let go of the fear, but in Mors’s embrace, she found solace.

She drifted off again, the weight of exhaustion and the warmth of Mors’s presence lulling her back into sleep. This time, the dream didn’t come back.