Yujun's POV
The room is silent except for the noises coming in from outside, the giggling of children and the voices of people conversing, the footsteps of people running by and the occasional barking of dogs.
Hwangyeon is so full of life in a beautiful way that my clan home isn't.
Every minute spent here is always a reminder that I have only known bondage and pain while wearing a gold crown on a gold seat. Decorated torture.
I breathe in the soft smell of rain on leaves as I sit still for Yeon to examine me.
His pheromone feels so calming that I am tempted to lay against him and fall asleep, knowing that I will be safe and cared for and most especially…I will be loved.
"You are sure you don't feel ill?" he asks, breaking the silence in the room and I nod my head. My cheeks are still hot from the jokes Jaehyun kept saying even with his mom in the room.
"That's strange…you should still be heat no matter what..." he murmurs with a concerned frown on his face.
