the click of heels is lost behind the chatter of the VIPs. of course, they do not care about what the front man's body guard does, as long as the masked individual moves behind their perception, does nothing to interrupt their revelry. if they knew how often the masked figure envisioned their deaths, perhaps they would not laugh so easily in her presence. but bennett had been watching for hours, and could no longer do so idly. heels clicked, and she approached her boss.

clawed fingers tipped in gold slid around lover's, master's, employer's waist, resist the urge to pull seo-yun closer while they both existed in masked. ' we want you, ' multi-layered voice whispered, lips close to covered ears. it was not just bennet that craved the taste of her skin, the warmth of her body, the sound of her pleasure. ' come to us after the game is over? '