He shook again.
Goosebumps.
He didn’t even notice the black mamba scales surfacing on his own arms.
He wanted to shift, hiss, and sink his teeth into someone’s neck—didn’t even matter whose.
Now he got why Yueul couldn’t prevent himself from showing his ears like that.
It was horrifying.
No—he actually felt bad for Yueul.
Most anthropomorphs were wired the same, but the Kang family?
They never backed down when it came to love.
Once they fell for someone, they got aggressive and territorial—toward anyone who got in the way.
They’d just keep pushing in—like in bed—until the other person finally caved and said yes.
Wooheon was no exception.
That blood was in him too.
“Am I supposed to just pay off his debt now...?”
‘No.’
Wooseok shook his head, snapping himself out of it.
He picked up his phone to get back to work.
‘Not yet. Yeah, not yet.’
* * *
Wooheon let out a long, deep sigh as he finished the report.
