Doberman

“Do you want your passport back?”

He stared straight into her eyes, which shone brightly under the short fringe he had trimmed.

“…Give it back.”

“Then you will have to work hard for it.”

While she was chewing the meat in her mouth hard, the next piece of meat came into her mouth right after. It wasn’t easy to avoid it because even a fork seemed like a weapon in this man’s hands.

The meat she barely chewed went down her throat in chunks.

“What should I do to get it back?”

“While growing up, did no adults tell you that you can’t just say whatever you want like that. ”

She felt like a large chunk of meat got stuck somewhere in her throat. Sarin clenched her fist and tapped her chest.

“Hmm…”

“Well, if you’d just spent that money on laundry, we wouldn’t have had to face each other like this. Don’t you think so?”

It was a simple favour until the money was received, and then it was malice. Owen’s interest borders on malice. His golden eyes glistened. Seeing his eyes completely turned with malice sent shivers down her spine starting from her wrists.

“…My flight is just around the corner. I have to go back.”

Not interested in feeding her anymore, he laid down his fork carelessly. The metallic sound of it hitting the plate rang sharply.

“That’s your situation.”

The reminder that his situation wasn’t over yet echoed back.