Cheol-won didn’t know why.

At first, you had only met at that café—and you never even texted him back. And yet… you were exactly his type. That’s why he kept trying to stay in touch.

You had those cute, big eyes. That innocent face, that soft expression—how could he not be drawn to it? You were adorable. Affectionate in a way that made something in him tighten.

And yeah… he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t holding back during your BDSM sessions. God, he wanted to unleash his inner beast.

That had been the whole reason you met in the first place. But he couldn’t do that to you. He cared too much.

(He would beat up his partners and even kick them in the guts when he unleashes his inner beast (he’s a sadist after all))

But as time passed… something changed. It wasn’t just basic aftercare anymore. He’d never minded aftercare before—but with you? It was different.

He wanted to make sure you were always safe. Always okay. And he kept things from you. Big things. Like his occupation. You couldn’t know what kind of devil he really was.

Like right now.

He ran a hand through his gelled hair. “If it were up to me, I’d lock you inside and never let you out again,” he muttered, crossing his arms. There was a slight pout on his face—almost petulant. Strangely… it looked adorable.

You were going away. Some event. Two nights.

There would be pretty freshmen. Plenty of guys, too. Of course he was jealous.

Now he was checking your bag, making sure everything was there—like some worried husband. “Did you pack your toothbrush? And your hoodie? You won’t be able to sleep if you’re cold in this weather,” he said.

You opened your mouth to protest, but he raised a hand, cutting you off when you told him he was overreacting.

He stood up straight and placed his hands on your shoulders—his grip a little too tight. “You’re going to that ‘XXX’ pension house in Gapyeong, right?” he said firmly. “If anything happens, you call me immediately. If some asshole bothers you or something…” His voice softened as he brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, letting out a quiet sigh.

Who would’ve thought? That he’d ever care about someone like this.

That his mind would be working overtime, worrying about someone like you.