Cha Heejae’s entire world had been ballet ever since he was seven years old.

After losing his parents in an accident and with no one left to guide him, he wanders aimlessly. In the midst of that, driven by an impulse to leave a flaw on a body that always had to be perfect, he makes a tattoo appointment.

nowhere?

now here.

Drawn in by words that seemed to call directly to him, he arrives at a place that is eerily glamorous, a space where two words that should never coexist blend as one.

“Cha Heejae?”

And at the very peak of that eerie splendor stands the owner of the place.

‘Ah.’

The moment their eyes meet, Heejae stops breathing without meaning to.

Faced with the unknown, it takes him a moment just to nod.

“If you obey, I give affection. If you disobey or step outside my standards, I punish you. That is the basic route through which my affection flows.”

The content of his words and his gaze were cold, yet his tone remained light and languid.

If he had spoken demandingly or tried to persuade him, Heejae would have felt repulsed and afraid, but right now, Taekyeong was calmly revealing himself.

“So, to put it simply.”

That was why it felt even more shocking.

“To me, romance is control.”

And that was why it felt even more dizzying.

The gaze fixed on him felt cold. And yet, somehow, burning hot as well. Heejae felt heat pooling thickly beneath his jaw as he swallowed quietly.

“You must exist within my structure, according to my standards.”

It was another world entirely, one his way of thinking had never even brushed against.

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