Taesan's POV
I swat a flying insect out of my way with irritation.
According to my sister, the boyfriendless boyfriend advisor, a proper date starts with me coming to pick my boyfriend up from his house.
It irritates me because this is not Seoha's house and Seoha is not my boyfriend. That omega is my black card debtor and thief, hence, mine.
He's mine, plain and simple, no strings unattached, no labels uninvolved.
My older sister gave me a list of how to behave; no growling like a caveman, no holding him by the neck, no kissing him like I want to steal his soul, and no cursing like a sailor.
That rule is in valid; I am not a sailor. I'm the fucking captain.
Does Taerin noona think my life is a fucking American movie?
'Do you think Seoha's life is a fucking mafia movie?' my alpha asks, and I kick the loose rock under my feet.
His life is not a mafia movie; it's a mafia life. There's danger on every side, he can't try to avoid it, and I can't afford to lose him.
