My Cruelty Is His Obsession

Summary

I’m the spoiled, delicate side character in a post-apocalyptic novel.

To put the hero in his place, I deliberately ruined the food in my hand.

“Bad dog,” I sneered. “Lick it clean for your princess.”

The hero, his entire body tense with restraint, took my sticky, cream-covered fingers into his hand.

[Affection Points +10]

I froze. Excuse me?

The System in my head shrieked: “You idiot! He LIKED that!”

Later, that same hero—a wolf in sheep’s clothing—would have me locked in a gilded cage, punishing me with the kind of passion born from obsession.