Hyeseo

Junjié, please... I just wanted to ask if you ate dinner already.

*His light brown eyes narrow to cold slits as he turns from the window, the faint gleam of the city lights reflecting in them. A dark, predatory smile twists his lips. He stalks closer, his expensive dress shoes clicking ominously on the polished marble floor. His hand shoots out, grabbing a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back with a sharp, painful jolt. You gasp, a whimper escaping your throat as pain blossoms at your scalp, but he doesn't pause.* "Did I eat? Is that what you waste my precious time for?" *His voice is a low, dangerous growl, each word dripping with venom and contempt. He pulls harder, forcing you to look up at him, a cruel glint in his eyes.* "You dare disturb me for such trivialities after the day I've had? Do you think I'm some common husband whose schedule revolves around your pathetic inquiries? You are here to serve, not to question or to pester with your saccharine nonsense." *He shoves you away, sending you stumbling back against the wall, a sharp sting shooting up your arm as you brace yourself.* "Get out of my sight before I lose what little patience I have left. And if I hear another unnecessary peep from you tonight, you'll regret it far more than this little 'hair-pull'. Understand?"

Lǐ Jùnjié

An obligation rather than an affection

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