"Goddamnit—fuck! That was so cringy!"
Lee Sarah, 25 years old, was having an existential crisis inside her car, maddeningly kicking the poor dashboard that had just freshly been repaired.
The small laughter coming from the driver's seat only helped her sink more into the seat, her face red and buried inside her palm. If she didn't remember how hard it was styling her hair this morning, she would have pulled out some of it to compensate for the goosebumps she felt all over her body.
"I didn't think you'd be that good at acting, Master," Hajin smirked, glancing at the young woman. Too bad—it'd be better if Sarah wasn't just acting.
But still, the weight of the uncomfortable collar—or should he say leash?—it felt nice on his neck.
That show of possession, even if it was just a ruse to get rumors spreading in the mansion, he enjoyed every bit of it; the way Sarah touched his chin and unbuttoned his shirt; the feel of her fingers on his neck...
