Hana's whole body was still trembling.
She stood near the bed, her breaths coming in short gasps. Tyson, standing in front of her, closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. His muscles were taut, as if trying to control himself.
But when Tyson opened his eyes, they held the same dominance—the kind that forced everyone to bow down.
Without a word, Tyson grabbed Hana's hand—his grip was strong, cold, and heavy.
Hana tried to pull back with a soft cry, but Tyson carelessly dragged her towards the washroom.
"Tyson..." Hana called his name in a trembling voice.
But Tyson didn't stop. He opened the door and pulled Hana inside.
"Bang!" The washroom door slammed shut with a loud noise.
Without any warning, Tyson stood Hana under the shower.
And then, "Click!" He turned on the shower.
A stream of cold water suddenly poured over Hana's head and shoulders.
Hana flinched and shivered. Her shirt, soaked in water, began to cling to her body. Her golden hair, wet, stuck to her face.
Water flowed down her clothes to her feet.
Tyson was looking at her soaked body.
Hana said, "T-Tyson..." Hana's voice was trembling. The cold sensation of the water made her even more scared. And then, suddenly, she moved closer to Tyson.
As if only in his shelter could she find solace.
Hana's head rested against Tyson's bare chest.
Tyson felt her like that. He wrapped his palms around Hana's waist.
His grip was tight. Tyson said, "Now you will be punished for disobeying me, doll..." Tyson said in a soft but deep voice.
Tyson lifted Hana's chin with his fingers.
Hana looked into his eyes—there was something there... anger? passion? possession? or... love?
But she didn't get a chance to think.
Because in the very next moment, Tyson's lips met Hana's lips.
Tyson was giving Hana a deep, hard, and passionate kiss.
Hana's eyes widened. She couldn't even move, just stood there.
Tyson's breath was hitting her face.
One of Tyson's hands was on Hana's waist, while the other had a tight grip on her wet hair.
Water droplets continued to fall between them, but nothing could stop this burning sensation.
Without stopping, Tyson lifted Hana into his arms again.
Now Hana's legs were wrapped around Tyson's waist. Her small hands rested on Tyson's broad shoulders.
Hana said, "Tyson..." Hana called his name in such a low voice that it was as if she couldn't even hear herself.
But Tyson heard. He leaned Hana against the wall.
The water was still falling.
But now neither Hana felt its coldness, nor did Tyson.
Tyson's lips slid from her lips down to her delicate neck. Tyson kept kissing her neck without stopping. Hana had closed her eyes.
A strange sensation ran through Hana. Her soft hands clung even tighter to Tyson's body.
Hana didn't know what was happening to her—but whatever it was, she liked it.
Tyson's grip, his warm breath, his touch... instead of scaring her, it gave her a different kind of intoxication. She couldn't stop herself.
And Tyson? He was as if lost in Hana.
The thirst of his lips was still not quenched. About 10 minutes later, Tyson stopped and rested his forehead against Hana's. Tyson and Hana were taking deep breaths, trying to calm themselves.
Tyson looked at Hana's face and said to Hana, "Will you obey me now or not?" Tyson's voice was heavy and intoxicating.
Hana slowly blinked her eyelids. Her breaths were still rapid. But she didn't answer—perhaps she herself didn't understand if this was punishment... or love?
Hana's breaths were still rapid. She was looking into Tyson's eyes—there was something there that was trapping her—perhaps dominance, perhaps possessiveness, or... something else.
Hana's lips trembled, and she said softly, "I won't go anywhere... I just wanted to see you, that's why I came out..."
Her voice was soft, like a true cry from the heart.
"If you stay in front of me, I won't go anywhere..."
"My delicate doll..." Tyson looked at Hana's face for a moment. Her innocent eyes, her wet pink lips, the quickness of her breath...
Tyson's lips slowly moved down Hana's shoulder. Leaving a light but deep touch on her collarbone, he whispered, "My delicate doll..." "First thing... you have no right to look at anyone other than me."
His voice held the same dominance that made the whole city tremble.
"You will only see the outside world when I want you to..." "You will do what I want..."
Hana's eyelids fluttered. She began to look at Tyson's face.
Silence fell between them for a few seconds.
And then Hana said in a slow but steady voice, "Put me down..."
Tyson looked at her without blinking.
Hana said, "You shot him outside... his blood was flowing..." "You know, I'm very scared of blood..."
Hearing Hana's words, something changed in Tyson's eyes for a moment, but suddenly an evil smile appeared on his face. He silently began to put Hana down.
As soon as Hana's feet touched the ground,
Tyson's hands slowly reached for the buttons of her shirt.
Hana looked at Tyson, but said nothing.
"Click!"
The first button opened.
Then the second.
Then the third.
Hana just kept looking at Tyson silently.
Tyson's fingers were steady, as if he had complete right over everything. Without stopping, he took off Hana's shirt and threw it aside.
Now Hana stood naked in front of him. There wasn't a single piece of clothing on Hana's body... but she didn't feel any shame.
Tyson took two steps back. His eyes were fixed on Hana. After looking at her completely in one glance, from top to bottom, he said in a deep voice, "I like you very much like this..." "Who knows neither love, nor shame..."
Hana was still looking at him. There was no hesitation on her face. Hana didn't even know what shame was.
Tyson came closer to her and put a bathrobe on her with his hands. Then, without saying another word, he lifted Hana into his arms again and walked out of the washroom.
Tyson stepped into the closet room with Hana. Here, there were only wardrobes filled with clothes and large mirrors on the walls. Hana looked at everything in surprise.
Tyson sat Hana down on a table. Then, taking something out of his wardrobe, he said, "Sit quietly..."
Hana's gaze went to his hands. There was a trimmer in his hands.
Hana's eyes widened in surprise.
She looked at Tyson in astonishment and then at the trimmer.
Hana said softly, "What are you doing, Tyson?" And what is this thing?
But Tyson gave no answer.
Tyson came to Hana and suddenly spread her legs apart. Tyson had separated both of Hana's legs and slid her bathrobe upwards.
Hana said fearfully in surprise, "What are you doing, Tyson? Please tell me, please, I'm scared?"
Tyson said, "Nothing will happen, just sit quietly." There was sternness in Tyson's voice, so Hana became silent.
Tyson cast a sharp glance at Hana and turned on the trimmer.
The sound of the trimmer echoed throughout the room.
Hana tightly closed her eyes in fear. Tyson kept running the trimmer between Hana's legs.
After a few moments, Tyson stopped and, putting the trimmer aside, began to look at Hana's face, which was distraught with fear.
Tyson said, "Nothing happened, open your eyes."
Hearing Tyson's voice, Hana slowly opened her eyes.
Is Tyson really going to do something different with Hana?
Or is this just another way for him to show his dominance?
Hana had endured Tyson so far, but will this cross the limit?