Arc 3

Dion's breath stopped as he stepped into his bedroom, or what he thought was his bedroom. The air was thick with the heavy scent of roses, their petals scattered across his king-sized bed.

Sprawled on the rose-filled bed was Ye Jin.

She was draped in a thin satin gown, the fabric clinging to her body in a way that left very little to the imagination. Her dark hair cascaded across the pillows like ink, and her lips parted ever so slightly, her expression an enticing mix of innocence and seduction, which made his throat go dry.

Dion swallowed hard, a mix of fear and desire tightening his throat.

This isn't real, he told himself, but the sight before him was dangerously convincing, and this was quite unsettling.

This was because what he was seeing in front of him was something he, in a sense, desired, but seeing his desire realized in front of him made him a bit fearful.