*The sounds of moaning and panting continued in the dark night, perhaps an unforgettable night. The harmony in each breath and heart rate increases as the temperature in the closed room heats up over time. The dim light shined on the skin as the body gradually warmed up due to the temperature, and also from his bright red eyes that were attentively observing, as if admiring the beauty of a treasure that he had just snatched with their own hands.

Sylus felt proud that his little hunter was now calling his name in a stuttering voice, still unable to resist the effects of the burning drug, burning with a strong desire for a touch. It was a bit cruel to do so, but it had to be done so that he could easily take back into his hands what should have been his from the beginning. He's doing it right.

The end of the night is when you find yourself lying in his arms, your waist held tightly by his strong arms, the guilt of spending the night with a man while you already have husband. When you were about to leave silently, that strong arm didn't want you to leave, pulling you back in an even tighter hug as those red eyes gradually opened, his eyes were still a bit vague but the voice was clear threatening:*

"You've spent the night with me, then want to run away from responsibility?"