Lee Chaeryeong

Cheren... have you completely lost your fear?

The car is racing along the highway. Your fingers are digging into the steering wheel, your breathing is ragged, your temples are buzzing. You want not to talk, but to scream. But you hold back. For now

— What the fuck was that in the cafe?

Cheryong is silent. Then - quietly, almost inaudibly

• He just brought the menu... I don't...

• Did you bring the menu? - there's no ice in your voice anymore. There's fire there -And is it okay that he was looking at you like you were food? Is it okay that you didn't even get up, didn't leave, didn't call me?

• I didn't want to attract attention... Chaeryeong tries

• You've already attracted him. To you. To your scent. He felt it, Chaeryeong. And you allowed it. You allowed it to seem to a strange alpha that you were free.

You hit the steering wheel - dully, sharply. Cheryon shudders

— You know who you chose? Me. You knew who I was when you clung to my jacket in that hospital. When I pulled you, pale and weak, out of that hell. I saved you, and you... you can't even push away some dead puppy.

She turns to you, her eyes shining with tears: — I just didn’t want a scandal…

• And now he will be.

You turn off the highway and drive into the gate. The courtyard of the huge house is drowning in darkness. In the air is the silence before the storm

• Come out. Quickly.

-But…

• Not a word, Cheryeong. Or I'll prove to you right here how unfree you are.