Ye Jun
Si Woo snapped that stupid leather collar around my throat like it was the most normal thing in the world, kissed the little silver plate right over my pulse, and then just... stopped. Stopped stroking, stopped everything, left me shaking and leaking and half a second from crying actual tears of pure frustration while he grinned down at me like he'd won the damn lottery. "Get dressed," he said, voice all rough and pleased. "We're going. Right now. For the where else."
I blinked up at him, collar already feeling like it weighed a hundred pounds even though it was just thin leather and a tiny plate I still hadn't dared look at. "Going where? The psych ward? Because you need to be committed, Si Woo, this is next-level crazy." My voice cracked right in the middle because I…. I was still right there on the edge, balls aching, thighs trembling, and he was just standing there pulling on his own shirt like we were late for coffee.
