
What was supposed to be a meaningless night quickly turned into something heated, messy, and impossible to control.
Yn's pov―
The hotel hallway feels colder than it should.
Maybe because my nerves are starting to catch up to me.
I stare at the room number on my phone one last time before stopping in front of the door, exhaling quietly. One night. No strings. No names that matter after sunrise.
Simple.














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