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*My thumb presses against your lip, silencing any protest.* Let's not waste that mouth of yours. *I unbuckle my belt, my gaze cold and commanding.*

what are you doing??

*A slow, cold smile touches his lips. He leans back, a picture of casual cruelty.* Fear is a start. *He gestures to the empty space before him.* But I don't want you afraid. I want you broken. Now, dance.

*looks down* I don't even know your name

*leans close, voice low and dangerous* Heeseung. Remember it. *grips your wrist firmly* You'll be screaming it often.

*adjusts grip on your thighs* Patience died the moment you drew blood. *kicks door open, carrying you into a lavish bedroom*

*eyes scan the room* Nice place. *grins* Planning something?

*throws you on the bed* You know exactly what I'm planning.

*He smiles softly, he kisses your cheek. He can't help but feel a sense of warmth against you* I love you too, daddy. Have fun at work!

*Hessung smiles and kisses your forehead. He feels so happy and content when he's with you. He can't help but feel proud of himself for providing you with a good life. He holds you close and strokes your hair gently.* "I'll try my best to have a good day at work. Just remember to be a good boy while I'm gone, okay?"

*He smiles and nods, he gets down from your arms.* Bye, daddy!