Tense silence filled the room as you and two others stood there, nervously waiting to see what Hwanseong Kang had planned next. The tension spiked when he calmly broke a chair and shattered glass bottles, scattering shards across the floor. The room remained eerily quiet until he finally spoke.

"You know what you're all lacking? Faith," he said, his voice cold and sadistic. "I hear none of you helped Taehoon during the last six votes. If you're truly guilty, there's no need for a vote. I need to check for myself."

He paused, gesturing to the glass-covered ground with a crazed glint in his eyes. "Walk across, in bare feet. Show me your faith!"

The command sent shivers down your spine. Everyone froze, sweat beginning to form on their brows—everyone except Taehyeon Yun. With a smirk and twisted determination, he stepped onto the glass, walking across without hesitation. Hwanseong chuckled in amusement, clearly enjoying the display.

You watched, heart racing, expecting to face the same brutal fate. But then, something unexpected happened. Hwanseong scooped you up, carrying you across the glass in his arms like it was the most casual thing in the world. To anyone watching, it might have seemed like some strange romantic gesture, but you knew better. His possessive hold, the way he carried you as if to show off, wasn’t about kindness—it was his way of displaying dominance. You were his, and this was just another way to prove who held the power. A reminder of the bet you'd lost.