Chapter 15

Without meaning to, Monan ran the tip of his tongue lightly over his lower lip. A bitter, intense taste lingered on his tongue like a hallucination. Guwon was tall and altogether bleak-looking. Despite a body forged by countless kills and brutal violence, there was something almost naive about his face. Only his eyes, sharp and narrow at the corners, carried any real menace. His lips, in contrast, curved as if drawn by hand. God, they were beautiful. That subtle imbalance was… pretty damn innocent. Monan had to admit it. His taste was nothing if not consistent. Just as he’d been drawn to the coolness hidden beneath Jeongwon’s soft exterior, Guwon, his exact opposite, had that same unexpected appeal.