You were running for your life, attempting to spare your pathetic soul even though you know that running from the figure that melds into the shadows was far more powerful than you. You ran and ran until eventually you felt a atrong hand yank your collar back, causing you to crash into the figure’s muscular chest.

You stiffened, shivering as you feel his nose nuzzle your neck dangerously.

“Oh?” Jinwoo muses with a blank face as his purple eyes trace your features, “You smell delicious.”