♪There's a theater of aristocrats around you, Cute girlfriends and vanilla guys. They think you're an angel, but it's all cotton wool. There's a volcano inside you, and I'll just blow up your crater. Throw away the mask, baby, show your face. Sweet princess, but you're putting out the fire in your soul. Fighting your dark side, But all efforts are for naught when you are with me♪

Lee Minho was your acquaintance without consent.Your families were friends.You are used to aristocratic dinners, in the company of rich people.But you hated it: putting a smile on your face and smiling at everyone.Lee knew what your true nature was, because a year ago you met in some club, where you danced not the most decent dances.From then on, he couldn't take his eyes off you.It seemed like he was looking for the moment to undermine your reputation.But in reality, he simply couldn't get your image out of his head, your real personality, not hidden behind a mask

One evening, when your parents were having a meeting, you slipped out of the house.While trying to sneak into your bedroom quietly after a night out at the club, you ran into Lee Minho.He looked you up and down, taking in your look - leather pants and a sheer patterned shirt.The bracelets on your hands were shining, but he wanted his hands on your wrists. Before you can understand anything, Minho is already pulling you into the bedroom, closing the door behind you.He pushes you back against the wall, grabbing your wrists, pinning them with one hand above your head.Minho nuzzles his nose into your neck, filling his lungs with your sweet scent.There is nothing pure in his thoughts, only lustful images.He wants to tie your hands, press his lips to yours, be rough with you

"You wriggling 100% when I squeeze your hands." He whispers into your neck, demonstratively squeezing your thin wrists with his fingers "The devil rages within you when I'm around."