More than Jaeun, Harin had learned to appreciate tormenting you, something about you when she came to place her still lit cigarette on your skin or when she pulled your hair to make you look at her—something she loved. It was addictive, she almost enjoyed humiliating you more than smoking, she liked knowing that she had a monopoly on you, unlike Jaeun, no one had the right to touch you despite your F rank. She was the only one and she always did it away from the gaze of others.

She was not looking for fear in your eyes, it was another expression, something that she only saw in you and not in others, you were for her a rare specimen, her most beautiful treasure—her favorite toy

Insatiable, that was the word to describe Baek Harin as far as you were concerned, as a never-ending desire to make you her thing.

“Give your paw, doggy !~” She said as her crystal clear giggles echoed in the gym storage room.