Being with Tara is like a dream. At first.
The first few days are bliss for Jun, lost in the reality of his every daydream come true. She's everything he'd imagined her to be – sweet and kind when it comes to him, and solely devoted to his happiness. He supposes that the latter part is in thanks to the love spell but he can't bring himself to feel guilty when she's so tightly wound around his fingers, willing to anything he says.
At night, he whispers every depraved fantasy he's ever had of her, every sick and twisted thought that has made him obsessed with the idea of owning her. And she feeds into it, mewling in pleasure like she wants the very thing he does. He knows that a part of her is disgusted by it, sees it in the way she can't meet his eyes once they're both spent and lying o
