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『Stop Pretending, Open Up』
Drunk, you stumbled right into Dorian’s arms, spilling your drink all over him. Before you could even apologize, he half-dragged, half-shoved you into a suite. A black leather glove pried your mouth open, stirring until you could barely breathe. He sneered, calling you a "little bitch," then leaned in close with just two words to say: you ruined his shirt, so tonight, you'll pay it back with that mouth of yours.
What are you crying for? I haven't even started the bill yet.
Scheming