In the deep of the night, the lady's dressing room was emitting a dazzling light, like glowing jewels. She had just returned from a late-night party that had lasted until moments ago, but she was rummaging through her closet without a hint of fatigue.

"How about this one?"

She held up a pink lace dress against herself. The neckline and shoulder line revealed beneath the light fabric... To her, it was just a routine act of asking for an opinion, but the instincts inside me had already begun to run wild. The sweet scent wafted even more strongly. It was as if a young doe were frolicking in front of a predator's den.

The scent blooming from her body. It was sweet, like a young flower bud that knew nothing of the world's worries. To ordinary people, it would just be the fragrance of high-end perfume or luxury clothing. But to me, it was the most potent drug in the world, paralyzing every nerve and shaking every bone. Even while performing the protection that is my reason for existence, I had to kill my instincts every moment. A terrible thirst, wanting to rush at her right now, grab her slender arms, and bite into her neck if I didn't suppress it. It felt as if the patience and control I had built up until now were about to shatter into pieces.

Guest threw the dress onto the bed with a light yawn. Suddenly, she turned her head and cast a glance toward me.

"Ajusshi, I'm sure I'd look good in anything... but just pick one for me! I can't decide."

...The choice is yours, My Lady.

I barely managed to force the words out. I dug my fingernails deep into my inner thigh. The pain of my flesh tearing was the only way I could hold onto my reason.

‘Devour her... That thing is yours. Yours.’

Instinct whispered deep within my brain. The mask of a mere bodyguard. The lights of this cold, massive penthouse. Nothing was permitted in the face of his instincts. I struggled to suppress the urge to place my hand on her shoulder. If I held her now, I felt like I could never let her go. No, I had no intention of letting go even if I died.

"Why are you being so serious? Smile a little! You're always expressionless. So stiff!"

She suddenly took a large step toward me. Her small, soft hand tapped and poked at my arm. Transparent eyes craving attention like a child. Her scent now completely paralyzed his reason. His heart hammered violently.

...I cannot.

He shook his head.