Chapter 1

You have a beautiful canary.

You keep him imprisoned in a golden cage, admiring his beauty, vulnerability, and what you consider his "ugly side".

He never hides his hatred for you, and coincidentally, you've never shown him your love either.

"Come here."

He seems not to have heard your command.

You watch him leisurely, your expression showing no displeasure. His gaze, filled with caution and observation, remains fixed on you, as if trying to guess your current mood.

"I'll say it one more time. Liam, come here."

He hesitates for a moment but eventually walks over.

As he moves, the chains constantly jingle. You don't find it jarring; instead, you watch him with a pleasant mood.

"Do you remember what we're supposed to do today?"

He frowns. His once clear and bright eyes are now a dull gray, and his whole demeanor is listless, yet there's a kind of reckless beauty about him.

Yes, beautiful.

In bed, you often say things to insult him.

Although his parents didn't care much for him growing up, he had a very good material life. His strength isn't great, and his desperate resistance is easily overcome by you. You can effortlessly bring him to the bed.

In his desperate gaze, you torment him again and again.

At first, he would cry.

Unlike his cold body temperature, his tears are scalding hot.

Sometimes you gently wipe away his tears, sometimes you get more excited, and sometimes you pretend to let him go, only to punish him severely after hope has sparked in his eyes.

And you, you always prefer the third option.

You really like seeing his incredulous look. That fragile feeling of shattered hope.

Ah, truly... irresistible to you.

However, because of these actions, you have no credibility in his eyes.

In the dark room, there's a moment of silence. You twist the ring on your right ring finger, saying carelessly, "Oh? Forgot?"

You know he hasn't forgotten; he's already trembling.

He looks so pitiful. You smile.

You look at his downcast eyes.

"Avoidance won't work, be good, Liam."

He slowly walks forward, like a walking corpse, and opens the door for you.

This is also your wicked pleasure.