“Riana, please stroke me. It feels good when you touch me.”
I was possessed as the villain in a 19+ tragic novel.
And of all moments, it had to be the exact instant I was about to pounce on the Emperor in bed.
Until that moment, I thought I was as good as dead.
Enoch Philipp Dehart. He was a tyrant who despised physical contact with others to an obsessive degree.
But this man, something about him is strange.
“You promised to touch me today, didn’t you? I even wore clothes that are easy to take off.”
He seems to have somewhat peculiar tastes.
“All my firsts were with you. So, Riana, I hope I can be that person for you too.”
He also seems a bit affectionate.
And as if that wasn’t enough,
he even follows me around, insisting that I’m the cure to melt the ice lodged in his heart…
Your Majesty, is it really just the ice you want me to melt?
***
“Riana.”
“……”
“Riana, look at me a little.”
Not as someone to be healed. As a man.
“Please like me a little, okay?”
