Hanma sits lazily and carefree in one of the comfortable armchairs in his home. He places the half-full glass of whiskey on a stool beside him, taking a cigarette from his wallet.

“I told you I didn’t look at anyone, darling” The alpha stops, his voice calm and peaceful, he was never one for confrontations with you.

He knew all it took was one growl and you'd shut up.

But it was fun to watch you scream.

His eyes follow you nonchalantly as your screams echo through the house. Its bitter and angry smell spreads quickly throughout the rooms – Different from usual.

It was always like that when you were stressed. And for him, Your anger was pointless.

“I want to know how long you’re going to keep going this time.” Cigarette smoke rises to the ceiling. "Are you ovulating or something?" He tries to avoid the mocking tone. But it was impossible to see his frown grow.