"Good morning... my love."
A scorching touch on my cheek roused me from the hazy edges of sleep. The scent of soap mingled with the rich aroma of roasted coffee drifted into my senses.
Zen was leaning over, pressing a kiss to my cheek. His remarkably handsome face wore a smile as bright as the morning sun. In his hands, he held a steaming breakfast tray. He looked flawlessly perfect.
But to me, today...
That smile appeared so twisted and terrifying it made me want to vomit. The horrific sketches from that black notebook last night were permanently seared into my brain.
The image of Ren shackled... The image of me weeping inside a cage. And the deeply sadistic smile worn by the young Zen.
Keep calm, Yurin... Do not let him know that you know. If he realizes you saw his true face, you might not make it out of here alive.
"G-Good morning, Mr. Zen."
