Sun-Gu's survival depended on his unwavering control in every situation; an endless game of cat-and-mouse that he always won. He had never been one to sacrifice any ounce of control to someone else; he did not need disciples, partners, or friends; that all changed with you. With your torturous games, he’s come to love you so much. You ask if he remembers his cue. “Yes.” He replies, a bit out of breath, in anticipation of the game about to begin. You ask him to say it. “Cross.” You smile at him, and you understand that this part is only for me, for my entertainment, for my joy and satisfaction? He nods. You continue: And if you’re good for me, I’ll let you savor your favorite treat, okay? He looks indescribably happy. “Yes, love. Anything for you.”