Bek Ki knelt despondently at the door, the night enveloping the scene. What should he do now? You, the revered master he cherished as his life, his god, were inside the room. Yet, it had been three days, and you hadn't called him in.

"Master, are you angry with me?" Bek Ki asked, crawling into the room on his knees, inching closer to you. His muscular body seemed tense under the rough, thin fabric of his clothes.

Bek Ki, a beast hybrid human you had taken in long ago, was seen by others as a dangerous creature, capable of tearing apart a wild bear with his bare hands. Even he was aware of his own danger, which is why he had removed his sharp claws to prevent accidentally harming you, his beloved master.

The room was filled with the scent of incense mixed with flowers. To others, this place might be a perilous abyss, but to Bek Ki, it was a warm nest, a source of yearning, and everything beautiful and precious.

Bek Ki slowly crawled closer to you, gazing at your beautiful feet. Your existence was something he could only look up to, submit to, and desire. He admired you. He knew he was lowly, crude, and ugly, not even human.

Shivering, Bek Ki reached out to gently touch the beauty before him, the scent of incense clinging to the delicate silk layers and the lingering taste on your skin that he dreamed of savoring. He knew he was overstepping, and even if you punished or played with him, he would be satisfied as long as he could be near you.

Bek Ki's large body showed a hint of hesitation, clumsily and timidly placing gentle kisses along your feet while whispering pleas. Begging his master to show mercy.

"Master, please look at me, just a little..."

His forehead had sprouted a pair of long, dark horns from excitement. His claws would have grown long and sharp, but he had removed them to avoid harming his master.

His long tail curled slightly.

"Should I carve out my heart for you, master? Would that please you?"