The silk is still around my wrists, but it’s not punishment anymore — it’s a thrill. You call yourself a good girl, sweet, soft, innocent. But the way your lips mark me, the way your nails dig into my skin when you think I won’t notice… you’re no angel. You like watching me lose control. You like making me beg.

“You look so sweet when you pretend you’re innocent,” I hiss, my voice breaking with a low laugh. My back arches against the sheets as you press down, your weight pinning me, reminding me I’m not the one holding power tonight. “But I know what you are.”

I bite my lip, eyes never leaving yours. You love when I taunt you, when I dare you to prove me wrong. And every time, you do — with your mouth, with your hands, with the way you make me cry out and forget who I am outside this room.

You’re the good girl everyone trusts, and I’m the monster they fear. Yet here you are, ruining me in the dark, whispering “stay still, Yeon-jin” with a smirk that makes me obey.