THE WIDE PENTHOUSE MADE HER SPEECHLESS. It was even larger than her place, this was in fact the embodiment of his persona into architecture.

The wide windows to the city marked his silhouette as he walked across the room, telling her to feel comfortable as he would wash the blood off himself and grab a drink.

There wasn't a single trace of his past life, not a memento, portrait, souvenir, that was present persona, a rich, cold but elegant surface that glistened with pride. It was strangely welcoming to her, almost like he had welcomed her into that new aura, adapted her enough to fit in that environment.

Yeol dropped off the heels at the entrance, but surprised herself over the automatically warm floor, she should've asked for that in her apartment when she was hired, damn she was foolish.

The Salesman came back shortly later, now only in his trousers and loosen shirt, bringing two glasses of wine in his hands, offering one to her.

"So? What do you think?" He asked.

She shrugged. "Eh...it's something."

"Something?" He scoffed, knowing she was only attempting to mock him. But it would be a lie if he told her he didn't enjoy that little dynamic. "I still haven't shown you the best part yet."

"The best part?"

"Come along." He grabbed her hand.

It could be the wine, or the aftermath of the blood and violence they caused at the club, but holding that psycho's hands instantly reflected in butterflies in her stomach, cold, thrilling, anxious.

She couldn't be caught dead catching feelings for that man...it isn't even humanly possible to fall for such a monster...right?

The wide monochromatic suite made  her chuckle, of course he'd show her his room. "It's a bit boring." She looked at him. "What's even exciting about this?"

"You see...I read  in an article that the room themselves aren't what make them beautiful..."He let her hand go for an instant to search for something in the closet, and she gasped as he found it. "...but what we do inside them."

A pair of fluffy black handcuffs hang on his hands, at the other one leather whip that made her throat close. Of course, she should've known already he would have that sort of stuff...she wondered how many women he had lured into his fetishes before...why did that thought bother her?

"Are you trying to be the korean version of Christian Grey?" She joked.

"Please don't tell me you've watched that movie." He laughed, as Yeol sat on the bed and he stood just by her side, resting a blindfold, the whip, handcuffs, and a bondage dog bone gag. His hands rest at her sides, as he leaned close, face to face, two wicked smiles. "What we do in here is fairly different and more...intense than Mr.Grey's stupid gestures in that movie"

"Do you usually have these toys with you, or did you prepare them just for me?" Yeol asked, as he rubbed her thighs and hips, unable to stop staring into her eyes, almost like they were a light at the end of the tunnel.

He tilted his head, wondering for a minute. "Why the question? Worried you might have competition, Yeol?" Oh damn, he caught her. Her lack of reaction made him grin. "Not many are willing to accept doing what we do." He pinched her cheek, she tried to push him aside, but ended up being pushed against the bed, body lying on the mattress as he got up, above her. "None of them are you."

"No one can be like me." She confidently established.

"Exactly" He sighed vanished away by her statement, lowering down, submissive to her kisses.

It was almost funny how they could barely kiss before desiring to have their hands all over each other, perphaps it was something they matched in each other, this insatiable greed and desire for more, either in their professional activities or intimate ones.

"So, are you in?" He whispered with interest. "Or is it too much to you?"

"...I have one request before we begin" She said instead. "After all, what fun would it be if I just repeated what your whores usually do?"

The Salesman chuckled, slightly amused at her bold suggestion, but still allowed. "And what is that request, you say?"

"You lay down on the mattress."

He raised his eyebrows,  impressed. "Oh, so you're taking charge now?" The Salesman looked tilted his head, freeing her body as he accomodated himself on the bed instead. "Suit yourself, let's see what you can do."

Yeol exited the bed before picking the handcuffs with no hesitation, walking towards her Salesman slowly, a true menace. His eyes watched her, desire growing further, who would've known such a monster would in fact enjoy being controlled?

"Put your hands back." She ordered, as he followed her every wish, raising his hand glued to one another, the handcuff tangled into the bed's structure and then linking the hands, in a way he couldn't escape. "That's it, stay just like that" The soft click made her giggle.

"You're really enjoying this, aren't you?"

"You burned my apartment this morning and now I get to do all I want to you, yes, I'm thrilled." She responded,  brushing his hair with his hands as he closed his eyes to the touch.

Slowly, she unbuttoned his shirt, reavling the sculpted abdomen to her hungry gaze, fingers trailing down spirals making him squirm. Back to thr front of the bed, now admiring his figure exposed to her, Yeol removed her own dress in front of him, a sight of torture, watch but unable to touch.

"That's just unfair." He teased, mouth watering tp her curves hugged by the lingerie he had bought. "Told you I have an excellent taste."

"For underwear?" She kicked away the dress, showing off her alluring image.

"For women."  He smirked, watching as she picked the bondage. "Did I talk too much now?"

Yeol crawled above him, feeling his erection hard against her crotch as she sat above him, leaning close enough to out on the bondage and tie it, the black dog bone making it unable for him to speak.

"I've been dreaming to make you silent like this since we met." She joked, stroking his cheek. "You hear this? The sound of peace." A soft chuckle erupted from her chest.

Little wet kisses on his face, the warmth of her waist moving on his lap made her victim moan against the bondage on his mouth, his arms already begun to react, begging to hug her curves, trace patterns across her breasts.

"What's that? Already impatient?" Yeol touched the tip of his nose playfully, God his eyes were just so gorgeous, both scary but enchanting at the same time, especially with his hair falling above them. "Not yet, I want to test something first."

Yeol got off him and grabbed the whip in her hands, her hands sliding down the material as if she analyzed its efiiciency. The room was now as hot as an oven, carrying the heavy tension within them.

"I wonder what will be your teaction if I use this..." She caressed his chest with the whip, body shivering instantly. "...if I apply some strentgh..." She finally whipped, the fresh sound of the leather againsy his skin, a red mark on the flash.

"Mhpmhh" He groaned, closing tight his  eyes, legs moving, toes curling.

"You want more?" She asked. "Nod if you want more" The Salesman immediatly nodded  "That's a good dog" She humiliated him,  slamming the whip on him again, the burning sensation creating a tent in his pants. "Wait, I have an idea."

She took off the bondage, he breathed heavily, excited. "Changed your mind already?" The Salesman teased, even powerless.

"Shut it" She smiled. "I want you to count it down, okay?"  She dropped a kiss above his lips, making his whole being melt to the touch. "There you go...now count."

She whipped his abdomen,his body arched in response, a sick excitement made his heartbeat speed. "One" He smiled, as she repeated over and over. "Two...three...!" He pursed his lips. "...fuck-four..."

When she reached over 10,there were marks all over him, red and ardening to the contact, Yeol touched the edge of the whip against his cheek, he was thristing over the violence of it all, completely taken away.

"You like this even more than I expected" She commented, hand lowering to where his hard cock tried to escape his pants. The Salesman groaned to the contact, his whole being flickering inside. "Poor thing" She teased, lowering the pants and the underwear, revealing the hard cock begging to be touched. "What do you want?"

"Now you're asking me what I want?" He scoffed but she squeezed his cock in a torturing moment. "Fuck Yeol, I'm going to kill you... That's when she did it, took his whole lentgh inside, the wetness of her mouth and softness of her lips making his whole body arch. "Shit-you're going to make me cum..." The Salesman almost cried when Yeol sucked down his cock, her tongue virating against his lentgh, his breath weightning so much he could've had a heart attack. "Fuck, please don't stop, darling..." He begged, almost pouting. "Please, please..."

Just when he was about to cum, Yeol back away, cock out of her lips, not a single touch, as he gasped irritated.

"You fucking bitch-" He yelled pissed, as Yeol laughed out loud. "That's not funny, Yeol, I swear..."

"I'm afraid that's not how it works, sweetie." She teased back, using the dame nickname as she walked to the corner of the room. "Now." She turned around, his eyes widened at the image of a gun glistening with intensity in her hands. "You're going to give me that list."

He frozened.

"What?"

"The list of people you recruited and you said you'd give me after our date" She aimed the gun at him, now completely serious. "Where is it?"

His veins were visible in his temple, as he clencbdd his jaw intrigued. "Did you just trick me?" His bitter smile made his veins pop om his temples. "Very smart, I've go to say"

"And you are very pathetic." She looked at him straight in the eyes, gun now touching the middle of his forehead. "Where is the list? Or do you want to die here, naked, with that cock up in the air?"

These words did not help but male him feel more aroused. It was almost too hard to understand if that was an act to make him want her more or if she was actually being serious.

Yeol could be deadly sensual when dangerous, that could be his weak point in fact when dealing with her. He couldn't stop thinking of it.

"Fuck I need to cum inside you so bad." He groaned, almosy angry with himself. "I never wanted something so bad..." He sighed, almost way too frustrated.

Yeol searched up his suit's pocket, now finally finding the rest of the list, her smile widened with her discovery. "There you are."She muttered to herself victorious, taking her phone and writing the names down.

"Yeol." He called, as she was too busy registering the names on the system. "Yeol you better wish I never get out of this bed alive, or you're dead." He threatned. "Did you hear me? I'll slash your throat."

"And...done!" She grinned. "Oh, don't feel so bad, you're still in the top three, just right below...me!" She gave a little jump excited, that was almost adorable. "Great making bussiness with you, Set"

He laughed, a sincere laugh, as she put the phone aside and walked up to him, stroking his cheek, gun pointed to his face.

"You know I had to do it, you'd never give me the damn full list." She declared.

He smirked. "Fine, you are right, I wouldn't." The two chuckled. "So is this how it ends?" He looked deeply into her eyes, that magnetic connection vibrating inside them. "I won't complain, dying while staring into your eyes sounds like a good way to go."

Through the blood, the gore, and the audacity of this world, Set was, in all good and bad ways, perphaps the person who made her feel alive. He was like this shot of tequila right in the mprning, and thr downfall of a party queen woth her head off a car window's through a neon night city.

He was purely poison, with a sprinkle of cure.

Holding that gun against his head felt imcredibly satisfying to the past Yeol, the one who had just started as a recruiter, the one humiliated at just the begin of her journey.

Too bad that Yeol was dead.

Now her hands lowered down, sliding through her own smooth skin reaching to the floor, as she crawled on top of him, gun still aimed to his head, an alarm still on.

"Now I'll just use you as I please." She teased, making him whimper as she connected her cunt to his cock, the warmth and anticipated contact almost making them cum at that same instant. "How does that sound?"

Her hips moved, slowly, torturing and then faster, his arms tryung to break free from the bed as his whole body thrusted up, trying to fuck her more.

A match made in hell, but at that moment, it felt like heaven.

"Fuck, then use me." He whispered out breathless, as she corrupted him with kisses, a symphony of moans filling the room. "Use me, ruin me, digest me." He begged.

Little can be said of their sanity in their room, at this point, there were primal desires, feelings, and sensations all blossoming and exploding. The hot brushing of their bodies, the tongues dancing in their mouths, the wetness of the fucking.

And soon enough, a common climax, refreshness filling her walls, and stickness all over his cock. Two spent breaths, groans even, as Yeol collpased above his chest, head next to his, as he wowed himself at her image within the afterglow.

Dripping in sweat, face flushed to the sensational orgasm, and the breath dragged as if she had run miles.

One last kiss, so vulnerable and fragile, it could almost feel like...

...

Sunshine rays cascaded down the window onto the sex smelling sheets of the  ight before. Most of it was sweat and the sent of his cologne, sophosticated but overly spent, never a bed felt so comfortable before.

It should feel strange, waking up in another bed, in your enemy's bed, in his place, and to open your eyes to face him already staring at you, features soft as cotton, so weirdly uncommon to her that her body felt like an earthquake of red flags.

The Salesman was there, watching Yeol sleep, now awamen, face covered in sunlight, the jet black hair down and messy, soft and silky, as his thumb stroked down his cheek, the same handd he killed so many before, now so genuily sweet. Was it possible for such a blood seeking beast to be so gentle?

In his arms, at that moment, she could believe in it, actually, believe in any lie he'd tell her, hence in this exact moment, that was her entire world.

If that was a nightmare, she did not wish to wake up.

"Good morning" He whispered, hot breath against her forehead, as just now she realized her head was still in his warm sculpted chest, while his strong arms were wrapped around her, as if she was only a mere teddy bear.

It almost felt likr they belonged together somehow, this sort of sick, twisted sense of belonging, the wish to be his and hers.

Yeol wasn't one to be submitted to any man, she wasn't traditional, but in that eclipse of time, she could be anything in his hands, easy to blend and break, twist amd pull, only so he could call her mine.

"Did you wait for me to wake up and choke me to death?" She teased, still adjusting her eyesight to that man's breathaking image and the daylight.

Why did God have to make such a cruel individual in such a beautiful vessel?

His low, hoarse chuckle caused her goosebumps, a scary delight. "That is a good suggestion." He whispered, still more focused on staring at her as if she belonged to an art gallery, a portrait he had stolen himself, now only available to his sight. "You surprised me last night."

"I did, didn't I?"

"You could've just killed me after obtaining the list." He suddenly said, as if that thought was occupying most of his mind. "Why didn't you? And don't tell me it's because of the organization's retaliation, I know that wouldn't stop you."

In years, that felt like the most difficult question to ever answer.

Yeol looked down, her lips still tasting like his, sinful and delicious, as she tried to focus, rethinking her questionable choices. "I just...didn't wanted to."

"You didn't want to kill me?" He asked, almost too surprised.

"...No." Even she was surprised.

Tender silence fell above them, as snowflakes melting to the sunrise, his chest that served as a pillow never felt so heavy and slow, as the sentence hit him.

"Would you have killed me, if you were in my place?" She questioned instead, spirals of doubts running all the way down.

If he wanted to, he could just kill her right now and them, cover her screams as she faded her existence into the same sheets hat made all her senses intensify to his touch, the same lethal touch to take her life.

But instead, she caught him slowing down the answer, pondering, fearing his own words, for the first time. The same deadly eyes now somehow...with a flaw, a detectable, vulnerable one that lasted a second. "I..don't want you to die." It escaped his mouth, as the greatest mistake of his existence, immediayly falling upon him.. "...not yet, anyway." An attempt fix it, already too late.

A scream echoed her mind, unable to process the situation. How was impossible, the need to kill, endure the wish to see him bleed, agonize bybher owm hands, become so comfortable and sensitive, as he snuggled even closer after that sentence, trying to be indifferent through words but almost touch starved, unable to be apart, sinking into that capsule of her essence.

The Salesman was a question mark, used in different ways and positions, always contradicting himself and his owm meaning.

"It might sound crazy what about to say but...how about we make a deal?" She whispered, feeling her entire body burned with anticipation.  "We...can hate each other...but not kill." He looked intrigued, in a silence that made her regret ever speaking. "We can stay hurt though." She added, as the two maniacs they were. "After all, where would the fun be, if I can not watch you struggle and beg for your life?"

To her delight, his smile was just as pleasinh as the suggestion. "You know I adore the little groans you make when immersed in pain." He said instead, why was that almost flattering? can agree to that condition." He raised his pinky finger for her to take it. "I do not have a contract neither a pen now, this will have to do."

Her soft giggle against the silk sheets strabgely made him feel funny inside. A good sort of sensation.

"Wait." She said, finger in the air, almost joining his. "How am I supposed to believe you'll keep your part of the deal?"

He looked away, at the door, thinking carefully. "How about...we know something about each other?" He suggested, as if he wasn't dying to know what he had planned in mind already. "Something no one else knows."

"You already know about my sister..my background...everything." She almost gasped at the realization, she had been an open book to that man, the man she despised...well, at least used to.

"Our names." He suggested quickly.

"The organization doesn't-"

"Allow us? They wouldn't allow us even being here, together." He interjected, reasonably speaking. "But honestely...I couldn't care less." He shrugged. "You're the most fun I've had in years..." His thumb stroked again her cheek, who was that man? Yeol couldn't see it, but her cheeks were probably way too bright and flushed. "I don't plan on letting you go so soon."

"Neither do I."

"Jang Hyuk." He muttered. "Jang is my mother's name. I don't use my father's."

Her heart fluttered to the final reveal. It felt so fitting, to know and identify, to finally contemplate fully that persona. And the little touch of his mother's name...who would've known that maybe, just maybe, there was an existing and living part of his heart. "Jang Hyuk, the radiant one." She smiled, as he sniffed softly at the meaning, so boyish and sweet. "Your mother gave you a great name."

"I only like it because she chose it." He smiled down, intertwining their fingers together, his hand so much bigger than hers, as they admired them against the sunlight. "The way you say is also pleasing."

"Lee Haneul."  She whispered back, almost as a vow to forever loathing.

"Heaven." He grinned at the realization. "Makes sense." He cleaned close, lips hovering hers, sharing the intimacy of that moment. "Haneul" He whispered softly, air against her mouth, flickering in intimacy. "Might take me a while to get used to not calling you Yeol...But I like it." The gaze, not the hunt you alive, devour you one, neither the jealous, killing one. That was...devotion. So intense and so beautiful she could burst into fireworks. "I like it..."

Sugary kiss, almost diabetic in the morning, honey, melting in their tongues along with their shared names, and a underlying vow of loyalty.

To respect, to protect, to trust...could that be more than just words against the wind?

Some sort of sick, altered, and twisted love on the brain?

Yeol, or better, Haneul, raised her pinky to close the deal. "Promise not to kill me, Hyuk?"

It eas easy to say, he was the resemblance of a young boy discovering the thrills of falling, eyes sparkling with longing and anxiety. "As long as you don't kill me..." He smirked, gently comnecting his pinky with hers, so pure. "...you have my name, my past......my future." He whispered back, hanging onto a promise even poets would envy. Jang Hyuk, original, insane, criminally forbidden, the epitome of comitting a sin, him. "Deal."

"Deal" Fingers attached.

The newest deal with de devil, never so romantic.

"You know you could..."Hyuk suddenly mentioned, breaking the beauty of that silence between them, hesitating to speak. "Stay here...until your apartment is fixed...It's certainly better than the smell of smoke and ashes" He teased, his eyes glistening with a hidden hope.

"Stay with you?" She chuckled at the unsual suggestion "Will I be your slave now?"

"I prefer to call it an enjoyable company" He played back, that little banter always so fascinating to him.The audacity of that woman was alluring. "But of course, if you want to become my sex slave, we can arrange it."

Laughs reverberated the walls of an apartment once cold and hostile, now lit and warm, a capsule against the world, shielded momentairly, untul they'd break it and burn all around them, but not allowing a simgle flame to touch their partner.

If the young Hyuk could see him now, the same one who had just lost his mother, visualizing her body lying on the kitchen as his father had a kitchen knife in his hands, he wouldn't believe it.

Is it possible to ressurect, after killing himself to the experience of loving?

What was, in fact, the love he craved so ardently, to make him seek refugee in this woman, who held his hostage to his feelings, the executer of his counsciouness?

All the reason and the cold thoughts that used to lead him were gone in that moment.

"You know what? Alright." She agreed blindly. "I'll stay, if you insist." He smiled, as a child, so thrilled and fulfilled that was almost too adorable to witness, dimples on his cheeks marked by the stretch mark of his lips."Funny, it's almost like you burned my apartment on purpose so this could happen."

The Salesman giggled, looking away. "You think I'd do all of that only to have you here? Delusional, darling..." He mocked, rolling hus eyes. "Care for pancakes? You cook." She gave him a little punch. "Fine, we both cook." He chuckled.

Hormones or the underlying wish of happiness of human anatomy, whatever was the reason, the secret to spotlight revealed more than just names. Well, except for some secrets, those were better to be kept unknown, such as the means (and their arsons caused by obsessed suit dressed man and their determination) used to achieve them.