A few days had passed, and MC was at work once again typing furiously at her computer. She'd just finished outlining the schedule for Zen's photoshoot with the fashion company, and was trying to catch up on the rest of the work Jumin had for her. At first, she kind of hoped Jumin would lighten her workload a bit to accommodate the new project he had thrust upon her. After thinking about all the work he had Jaehee doing, she immediately dropped that train of thought. If his executive assistant could handle all of the work he gave, MC was sure Jumin expected everyone else to be able to do the same.

Sighing as she read through the proposal for another coffee shop business, MC couldn't keep her focus on the document. Working for a large international company was exhausting. Taking a sip of the tea at her desk, MC tried to work on finishing her read-through of the proposal.

Zen had just finished rehearsal. The musical he was in was doing an encore performance and he wanted to make sure he was prepared. Wiping the sweat from his face with a towel, he walked to his dressing room. It felt good to do what he loved.

Sitting in his chair, Zen let his head fall back with a sigh. He kept thinking about the modeling gig he accepted from Jumin. On top of doing something he really didn't enjoy, he had no choice but to interact with MC more. After the incident at C&R, he knew staying as far away from her as possible was the most sensible thing to do. Being around her made his control on his darker side slip more than it already did.

The silver haired man hadn't heard from MC since that day. He really hoped minimum contact was going to be the norm. Changing into his normal clothes, Zen left the theater and got on his motorcycle. Driving to his secret place seemed like a good idea.

"Mr. Han is impossible," Jaehee sighed as she and MC waited for the elevator.

"More cat related businesses huh?" MC replied with a grin.

"I don't even want to think about the c-word."

Laughing, the brunettes entered the elevator. The day was finally over, and MC wanted to go home and relax in her tub with a glass of wine. The folder with all the documents for Zen's gig was tucked under her arm and she could see Jaehee staring at it.

"I'm quite jealous," Jaehee said. "Working with Zen… you're very lucky."

"I tried to get Mr. Han to give the job to you," MC admitted to her. "I know how big of a fan you are."

"Which is precisely why he didn't let me have it."

Jaehee pouted. MC giggled.

"Well, it's a lot of work organizing this whole thing," MC sighed. "Who knew so much work went into setting up a photoshoot?"

The elevator dinged when it reached the ground floor, and the brunettes bid each other farewell. MC put the folder in her bag and walked to the bus stop. Taking out her phone, she decided to leave Zen a text pertaining to his modeling gig.

Zen, this is MC. You have a meeting with C&R Denim in 3 days at 10 a.m.

Hitting send, she put her phone back in her bag and continued walking. However, something felt weird. Looking around, she didn't see anything amiss among the crowds of people, but the feeling wouldn't leave. It was as if someone was watching her. MC clutched her bag to herself tighter, and jogged as best as she could in heels to the bus that had arrived.

Eyes wearing mint colored contacts watched as she boarded the bus.

Zen made it to his secret area. It was a mountain overlooking the city, and the view always made him feel serene. Red eyes took in the colors of the evening sky against the cityscape and sighed contentedly. A buzz in his pocket interrupted his relaxation, and he pulled his phone out to see a text from MC. After reading the message, he went back to watching the scenery.

Zen closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The mountainous air always calmed him. He let his thoughts wander as he leaned against the railing.

Hyun was 15 years old. He'd gotten into another argument with his parents, and decided to run away. He was tired of the belittling and arguing. Getting away seemed to be the best option despite being so young.

He'd developed a short temper through the years between dealing with his parents and the dark voice taunting him in his head. Still feeling the anger boiling his blood, Hyun knew he needed to find a way to let out some steam. He stalked through the dark streets angrily, people fearfully avoiding his gaze when he made eye contact.

'Look at them,' the dark voice laughed. 'So afraid of you!'

'Shut up!' Hyun said angrily.

'You can just kill them you know,' the dark voice reasoned. 'Kill anyone who angers you… or even just for fun.'

He could feel his control falter.

'It'd be so easy too. Just a snap of a neck,' the voice tempted. 'Or ripping their throats out with your teeth. Their blood would be so delicious.'

Hyun could feel his canines growing and sharpening. No one would be able to stop him if he wanted to…

His vision was starting to get hazy as he heard the dark voice chuckle dangerously. A lot of people already feared him for no reason; maybe he should give them one. An evil smile graced his lips, teeth glinting.

'Yes… it would be easy,' Hyun thought as his hands twitched with the urge to kill.

Images of how easily he could snap limbs or tear through someone's flesh flashed through his mind. The expressions of fear and pain on people's faces were vivid in his head. Horrified, he clutched his head as he came to his senses.

'No! I'm not a monster!'

Zen remembered how afterward he started looking for ways to suppress his darker half. He learned that he was actually a demon, and after the shock wore off, he tried his best to avoid anything that could awaken the beast slumbering inside of him. Every priest and monk he went to told him the same thing, however; eventually, the rosaries, prayers, and charms would not work anymore. He'd have to embrace it and learn to control it.

The silver haired man knew that time was coming very soon. He still didn't feel ready even though he'd been trying to mentally prepare himself for the inevitable. Knowing that he had to be around MC for the duration of this project with the fashion company didn't help either. Having any interest in women or a relationship was something he knew would weaken him. The attraction he felt toward MC was undeniable, and it made him all the more troubled about the situation. He'd have to pay a visit to a temple before going to that meeting.

MC looked at her watch as she casually tapped her foot, sitting on a bench outside the conference room. It was almost time for Zen's meeting with C&R Denim. She felt anxious; she wanted this project to go as smoothly as possible. She was also a little excited to see Zen again.

The brunette had managed to get over her embarrassment resulting from their last face to face interaction. She was a professional damn it! She was not about to let some handsome man distract her from doing her job efficiently. Running a hand through her loose brown hair, she sighed.

"You can do this," she muttered to herself. "It's just another project."

"You know, they say talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity," a deep voice teased.

MC looked up in surprise to see Zen standing over her with a playful grin. Wearing a black t-shirt and jeans, he looked like he just came off the runway. His silver hair was pulled back into its usual ponytail. She swallowed thickly; the t-shirt outlined his muscular stature well. She pulled herself together before rising to her feet.

"Right on time Zen," she managed to say smoothly. "This way please."

The two of them entered a conference room full of designers. All of the conversations and muttering stopped when they noticed Zen.

"He's more perfect in person!" exclaimed one.

The room erupted into a frenzy, and Zen felt extremely uneasy. He tried to smile at everyone, but the people crowding around him and MC made him anxious. Hands were reaching out to touch him, and he didn't know what to do. Sensing his anxiety, MC grabbed his hand. She stood in front of him and whistled with her other hand.

"Everyone!" she yelled. "I know you're all excited, but please refrain from crowding around Mr. Ryu."

The crowd dispersed, and Zen couldn't express his gratitude. She smiled at him and gave his hand a squeeze before letting go. A blush dusted his cheeks as he sat down next to her at the large conference table.

Zen was falling for her more. He knew he was in trouble.