My Pretty Husband
he murmured, “I dare you. But remember… if you move, I see everything. And I won’t look away.”
I close my eyes, panic and longing warring inside me. My body wants to move, wants to escape, but my mind knows that the instant I do… I surrender. I pull the hand towel closer around me, hesitating. “Baekhoon… could you… close your eyes?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper, shaking.
He tilts his head, a slow, teasing smile spreading across his face. “Are you sure? I don’t know if I can follow orders that well…” His gaze lingers on me, heat radiating off him like the air in the room is on fire.
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