After My Marked Scumbag Alpha Boss Ran Away

* Double-A romance / An A with no accessories / Seven-year age gap

* Gentle and rational, melancholic and languid A X Arrogant and world-weary, possessive "scum" A

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Heng Yang went to support a friend's newly opened bar.

The bartender's arm muscles rippled beneath the dim lights. Under her softly curled hair was a pair of lazy, weary eyes.

She took a seat at the bar and pulled out a cigarette. The hand that lit it had large knuckles, bulging veins across the back, and thick calluses on its rough, strong fingertips.

She exhaled a mouthful of smoke. Through the hazy mist, those thin lips on her languid, world-weary face looked perfect for kissing...

And maybe more than kissing.

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Yan Duan found a job with an exceptionally high salary.

Her boss was breathtakingly beautiful, but had some strange preferences:

She always wanted Yan Duan to kneel, or to be tied up.

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Heng Yang had kept many pets. Yan Duan was the most disobedient of them all.

When kneeling before her to please her, Yan Duan's posture was submissive, but her gaze was intensely aggressive.

Even when she brought Heng Yang pleasure, she called her "Boss."

Heng Yang didn't have employees like that.

At a gathering, a friend asked how her new pet was doing.

She took a sip of wine and smiled with careless, cold indifference. "Not that great. I'm already getting a little tired of her."

To Heng Yang, Yan Duan was merely a tool for dealing with her heat.

She never expected to lose control while drunk and let her emotions take over, actively allowing Yan Duan to remove her bite guard.

After that day, Yan Duan disappeared from her life.

A little scene:

Years later, Heng Yang went to City Z to discuss a project.

A woman wearing nothing but a broad-shouldered tank top rode past on horseback. Beneath her softly curled hair, her eyes had shed their weariness and gleamed brilliantly.

At night, Yan Duan returned to her room after chatting and laughing with a friend. A figure lunged at her in the darkness. The familiar pheromones made her give up resisting.

The person pinning her down leaned close, her sharply defined features filling Yan Duan's view. Resentment colored her pale green eyes. "Does she give you as much as I do?"

Yan Duan furrowed her brow. "Heng Yang."

Heng Yang's eyes were bloodshot. Suppressing the madness that urged her to lock Yan Duan away, she parted her lips. "A Yan, come back to me, hmm?"

Theme: Cherish what you have while it's still here