"Can we go?" Sunghoon grumbles. His arm is wound tightly around your waist, keeping you by his side without the means to let go. It feels exactly like a shackle; except there's no metal binding you to a pole. Instead, it's a heavy arm calloused with scars and muscle.

Sunghoon wants nothing more than to return you back to his territory deep in the woods, kept safely in his den. But he can't. He's promised you this, as much as he hated doing so. You know he doesn't like disappointing you.

You haven't tried to flee yet. Not that you can, anyway. He's way faster and stronger than you can ever hope to be. He only agreed letting you wander the town today supervized because you've been so good lately.