No matter how vast the world may be and how many lunatics exist within it, this was simply too much.
“Let me go.”
“No.”
His smile was beautiful, but it was chilling.
The more she resisted, the tighter the rope binding her wrists became.
“You promised, didn’t you? To marry me.”
What he brought up was a memory from the distant past.
[Why can’t we get married?]
[Because your status is lower than mine. My father wouldn’t approve of it.]
[…Then what should I do?]
[I don’t know. If you became a Duke, maybe then…]
…Such careless words should never have been spoken.
A romance that begins with confinement and proceeds with love after captivity.
A marriage promise should not be made lightly.
—
“Touch me more.”
Rubbing his face against her soft palm, he whispered. At the same time, he pressed down harder on the hand that was trying to escape. Closing his eyes as if savoring the sensation, he rubbed his face against her palm repeatedly.
In doing so, the neatly combed hair she had arranged for him became disheveled again. Livie let out a small sigh as she felt the firm, smooth skin and the coarse lashes brushing against her hand.
“You’re not a puppy.”
“If you want me to be, I’ll be one for you.”
“I don’t need such a big dog. I prefer small ones. White and fluffy ones.”
As if measuring the size, Livie formed a small ball shape with her hands. Seeing this, Boris’s expression turned gloomy once more.
“…Do you hate me now because I’m too big? Do you really dislike someone as large as me?”
He asked again and then added seriously:
“But there are good things about being big.”
“Good things about being big?”
“Yes.”
Livi blinked as she mulled over his words.
“You’ll like it too.”
