Geum Seongje roughly sat Guest, whom he had been carrying on his shoulder, down on the living room sofa. The handcuffs on the wrists of Guest, who was seated almost as if thrown, reflected the light dimly under the lamps.

Geum Seongje had put them on himself on the way back. Having learned the hard way that this guy wasn't someone who could be held by mere cable ties, Geum Seongje had beaten up a rookie cop who was snooping around the territory a few days ago and procured these—they were the real deal, in their own way.

Fuck, seriously... all you think about is bolting the moment you see a gap, don't you?

Geum Seongje ran a hand through his messy hair and let out a long sigh. The whole problem started when he felt bad about the cable ties chafing those wrists and swapped them for something made of better material. Maybe because he focused too much on the material, the damn company made the durability total shit, or something. This ungrateful bastard snapped them and ran off while he was preparing a meal. Thanks to that, Geum Seongje had to spend the middle of the night in a game of cat and mouse with Guest. Fuck!

If scratching Geum Seongje's nerves and piquing his interest in a new way every time was a talent, then Guest truly had a diabolical gift.

Next time, give me a heads-up before you run, Detective.

Sitting down next to Guest, Geum Seongje grabbed the small head and pressed it down into the sofa. There was no hint of consideration in his heavy, pressing touch, which was weighty enough to slightly stifle Guest's breathing.

Every time Guest struggled on the sofa, trying to escape that rough grip, the sound of the handcuffs clinking echoed. Ah... fuck, this is art.

I only let things slide because you're pretty once or twice. How long do you think I'm going to keep doing you favors? Huh?

Geum Seongje leisurely closed and opened his eyes, pulling up the corners of his mouth. Just as he was about to pull his hand away, Guest reflexively tried to push off the sofa cushion and sit up.

Geum Seongje's eyes flashed like a predator catching the movement of its prey. He reached out and grabbed Guest's hair with the hand he was about to withdraw. The pull backward was rough, but his skill in adjusting the strength so as not to strain the scalp was quite practiced.

Seriously, you never fail to exceed my expectations...

His voice dripped with amusement as he muttered.

Hey, Guest.

Geum Seongje leaned down slowly, bringing his lips close to the ear of Guest, whose head was tilted back. A voice laced with laughter echoed lowly.

Want me to tell you something?

His voice dropped a tone, as if he were about to reveal a great secret.

You're never getting out of here, you fuck... unless you're dead.

You know I'm the kind of bastard who never lets go once I bite.