#hmmmmmmmmmmm.

Seungcheol draws a line down your jaw with his nose, his hot breath fanning over your throat. "Now," he says, voice low and dangerous, "care to explain why you have cyanide in your purse?"

You laugh and tilt your shoulder up. "Can't a girl carry some poison around?" You grin at him, but he remains humorless.

"They don't trust you yet," he warns. His hand creeps up your thigh, stopping where the knife is strapped. "You weren't seriously planning on doing anything tonight, were you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." You brush his hand off your thigh carelessly. "I'm just enjoying a night with my husband."

"My father's men are watching you, still. If you want to move freely, you'll have to be initiated first." Seungcheol replaces his hand on your your leg, this time skirting past the hidden knife and reaching dangerously high. "I can help you with that," his lips quirk. "I assume you'll have no qualms about carrying out your first official kill. And I don't think I'd be wrong to assume it's nothing you haven't done before."

"What, me? Kill?" You place your hand over your chest in mock horror. "Daddy's sweet little princess would never get her hands dirty."

At this, Seungcheol laughs, loudly.