By Zephyria 
I belatedly realized he had called my name. I blinked rapidly, returning to reality to find us standing dumbfounded in the middle of the road. Nathaniel Miller was looking down at me, annoyance clearly etched between his furrowed brows.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
His calm voice was clearly accusatory. I was dumbfounded, but soon revealed my true feelings and retorted.
“You’re the one who suddenly darted out. What kind of driving is that?”
One of the man’s eyebrows twitched briefly. It was a fleeting reaction, but I felt like I understood all his emotions from it. Nathaniel Miller nonchalantly turned his head to look at my old car, which had boldly crashed into his Jaguar. The way he only moved his eyes to glance down at me made me flinch involuntarily.
Damn it, this scent.
An absurdly sweet fragrance continued to subtly permeate the heavy air of the metropolis, thick with exhaust fumes. If I kept smelling this scent, I felt like I would lose my mind.
Or get so angry I’d lose it anyway.
I suppressed my temper and rebelliously looked up at the man. I wish I were just four inches taller. No, maybe six inches.
It’s not like I’m short, but this man was too tall. On top of that, his body was perfectly toned with lean, tight muscles, making the man seem even bigger and me feel infinitely smaller. Most Alphas have good looks, but this man was especially so. Was it because he was a Dominant Alpha? Are all Dominant Alphas like this?
If it weren’t for the situation, and the fact that he was an Alpha, I would have definitely been attracted to this man.
Thinking that made me annoyed and hurt my pride, and my expression naturally turned fierce. Plus, I couldn’t concentrate because I was still bothered by the hand that had touched my stepfather earlier.
But unlike me, the man showed no change in expression at all. The only emotion he had revealed was the brief twitch of his eyebrow earlier.
“So.”
Nathaniel took a deep drag of his cigarette and slowly exhaled. It was only then that I noticed he was holding a cigarette. Thankfully, his Pheromone scent was faintly scattered in the cigarette smoke.
“What do you intend to do about this situation?”
After all, it was my fault. I knew that, but the one who recklessly cut in was also at fault. I wish I could just smile and coolly say that I would take care of the aftermath, but sadly, I couldn’t.
Before me was a Jaguar. I had to survive, economically and biologically. I deliberately spoke in a stronger tone to take the initiative.
“Aren’t you also responsible for causing the accident? You’re not going to put all the blame on me, are you? I’m sure you have that much common sense.”
Nathaniel still had no expression. But I somehow felt like he was frowning. In any case, it was clear that he wasn’t in a good mood.
Suddenly, he raised his hand. I flinched without realizing it, but Nathaniel only used the hand holding the cigarette to sweep back his hair. I felt embarrassed by my overreaction.
Haa.
He let out a short sigh as if he were annoyed. At that moment, I felt an intense sense of ennui from his whole body. If this man were to die, I thought it would definitely be because of that.
The man’s lowered eyes darkened. Meeting his deep amethyst eyes, an old phrase suddenly came to mind.
If you gaze long into an abyss…
“You’re saying I’m at fault?”
He spoke in a calm, subdued voice. But because there was no change in his tone, it made me feel even more chilled.
Just as I opened my mouth to say it was a shared responsibility, the man’s hand suddenly appeared before my eyes.
“What…”
I froze, startled by the sight of his enormously large, open palm, when suddenly I was grabbed by the nape of my neck and dragged forward. With a crash, my body slammed against the hood. The pain came afterward. A dull ache made me groan involuntarily.
But it didn’t end there. The man stood right behind me, pressing down on my neck. Gripping my throat tightly, he slowly brought the cigarette to his mouth. Nathaniel exhaled a long puff of smoke and opened his mouth.
“Say it again.”
He spoke in a calm voice. His tone was so peaceful that you wouldn’t suspect anything was wrong.
But the grip of his hand on the back of my neck was extremely real. I struggled to shake off his hand, but Nathaniel mocked me by precisely pressing down on my carotid artery.
I instantly gasped for air, and my face flushed red. My heart pounded madly, but no air was supplied at all. While I pointlessly opened and closed my mouth, teetering between life and death due to the depleting oxygen, he was, unbelievably, leisurely smoking his cigarette.
Oh my god.
Beyond my fading consciousness, I felt it. His erection.
He was getting aroused while strangling me. My vision was gradually blacking out, but strangely, the man’s hard cock pressing against my ass felt unrealistically vivid.
This… crazy… bastard…!
As my hands, which had been helplessly pounding on the hood, lost their strength and slumped down, I faintly heard his voice beyond the frenzied beating of my heart.
“So.”
Nathaniel opened his mouth, slowly bringing the cigarette to his lips. In that damn languid voice.
“Whose fault is it, Chrissy Jin, Prosecutor?”
I didn’t want to admit that he had strangled me, or that he had felt pleasure while doing so. It was an unimaginable horror. But it was an undeniable fact, and I didn’t want to die. If I didn’t bow my head here, this man would surely kill me.
I moved my lips meaninglessly. My parched mouth felt like it was cracking.
If I just said I was sorry, everything would be over. That I was stupid to resist a perfect Dominant Alpha like you, that you are not at fault and it’s all my fault.
Because Nathaniel Miller never makes mistakes.
A sense of powerlessness was accompanied by a weak anger. I wanted to live, but I didn’t want to be broken. I couldn’t bring myself to beg him, nor could I dare to resist, and I glared at him with bloodshot eyes. Nathaniel was looking down at me from a great height, as if he could easily crush someone like me. Like a child casually killing an ant for fun.
Huff, the man exhaled cigarette smoke. The cigarette, more than half-burned, hung precariously between his long fingers. The corners of Nathaniel’s lips twisted slightly. Strangely, the red light of the cigarette in his hand filled my vision. I inadvertently stared blankly at the crimson delight heading towards me. Ah, is that a Fire dance?