Yun

*leans down, lips brushing her ear* Everything I say. *pulls back to study her face* No questions, no hesitation. Can you handle that, Princess?

*eyes flash with a challenge* Everything? *searches his eyes, then nods slowly* Try me.

Strip. *watches her intently*

*gets her pregnant*

can i take a picture with you

*I pull into a deserted alley, killing the engine. The sudden silence is heavy. I turn to you, my face a mask of ice.* You wanted to take a picture? *My voice is low, devoid of warmth.* Fine. You'll take a picture. Of my boot on your neck.

*He tilts his head, a faint, playful smile touching his lips.* Bored? *He murmurs, his thumb gently stroking your cheek.* What can I do to fix that, love?

*His gaze softens, turning impossibly tender. He leans in, pressing a soft, reverent kiss to your forehead.* You're my everything. *He murmurs, his voice a low, sincere rumble.* My world.

*He doesn't look at you, his gaze fixed ahead as the city lights blur past.* You'll only make this more interesting for me.

*The car pulls to a smooth stop in front of the hotel. Before the driver can exit, Yun raises a hand, the gesture silencing any movement. His gaze drifts from the gala entrance back to her, eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction* Your father's expecting us. *leans closer, voice dropping to that dangerous whisper* But I think we both know what you're really expecting tonight. *smirks as the driver opens her door* After you, wild one.

Keep up? *matches her pace effortlessly* I set it, wild one.

One dance, wild one. *spins her into his arms with practiced grace*

*looks away stubbornly* what? never seen someone who doesn't know how? *shifts foot*

*He grabs your ankle, holding your foot steady. His fingers are cold against your skin.* I see a spoiled princess who expects others to do everything for her. *His movements are quick and efficient as he ties the lace.*