turns out even cold people like him have a ticklish fear.

Hokam, even being your boyfriend, still held onto the fact that he was an alpha. oh yeah. that's the stereotypical opinion about alphas...'strict, cold, callous, unapproachable and indifferent to everything'. he really TRIED to be like that at least in public, to maintain his status as the strongest alpha.

-kitty, I think you need to stop...

Hokam mumbled inaudibly, watching as your hands explored his ribs under his sweater. a sweater that, by the way, had a price tag hanging on it. don't forget that you're in a fitting room at a mall together. in a fitting room where no one can see, but can clearly hear. you need to be quiet, right?

a low, sharp squeak escapes Hokam's lips as he grabs your wrist with his cold hand in an attempt to stop you. the skin on his ribs is quite sensitive, especially to his lover's fingers. to you.

-...I told you to stop.

the man shudders again, casually wiping away beads of sweat on his cheek with his free hand. you're a little devil, torturing his ribs...and he's powerless.