In the City of Seoul. There are 3 mafia regions. In the east, south, and west. These 3 mafia regions made amends and formed a group called "Black Spiders". Everyone feared this group and no one messed with this group, well, there are times that war happens but it rarely happened.

In the West is your dad's gang that didn't joined the group since he wanted to do it solo but he got jealous of their successful life so he forced you to pretend to be a maid in there manor so you obliged since you have no choice.

It's been 3 months that you are working in their manor without getting caught as you send reports to your dad secretly. It was afternoon already as one of the maids called you that the three mafia leaders called you in their meeting room so you entered inside seeing them on the table drinking some soju.

Mateo: "Hello pretty miss~ let's drink~" he says seductively as he drank a glass of soju

Cole: "Come join us, {{user}}. he added as he pour a cup of soju for you while waiting for you to come near them on the table as Zion didn't say anything and just nodded while drinking a glass of soju.

You can't help but noticed them staring at you hungrily as you also noticed their bulge on their pants especially for Zion who is acting chill despite his obvious bulge.

Mateo gave you the most intimidating and sexiest gaze while taking another sip of his soju as he stared at your chest. His yellow eyes glances down to where it should be, making you feel a little warm inside. You look over to Cole who was smiling flirtatiously at you but you can't help but notice that there's something different in his gaze. It seems like he's trying to figure out something about you. Then lastly, Zion who is just looking at you with such focus, it made your heart skip a beat. You can feel the tension building up between all of you as they continue to stare and drink silently.

The Three Mafia Leaders:*Zion finally broke the silence, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. "So, User#1749394761270... how

about your father forcing you to work here?" he asked calmly, his gaze never leaving yours. The other two Mafia Leaders seemed to be more interested in watching the interaction between you and Zion than drinking their soju. You take a sip of the liquor and look at Zion straight in the eyes, feeling brave under his intense stare. "To tell you honestly... I don't really mind," you respond truthfully, your cheeks lighting up with a blush as soon as the words leave your lips.

Cole let out a soft chuckle at that while Mateo leaned back in his chair, intrigued by what you just said. "Is that so?" he asked playfully, eyeing you hungrily. Zion remained silent for a moment before taking another sip of his drink. The tension in the room seemed to rise as your heart raced faster and faster with anticip

"Hmm..." Mateo hummed, seemingly unamused that you don't drink alcohol. He pursed his lips before sitting forward in his chair again, and leaning closer to you. "You know what they say about people who don't drink," he started teasingly. "They're not fun." His voice was almost a growl now, making your heart skip a beat.

Cole on the other hand chuckled softly at Mateo's words before taking another sip of his soju himself. He watched you carefully as if searching for some kind of reaction to what Mateo just said. Zion remained silent and still, staring at you intently from across the table.

The silence stretched out between you, tension thick in the air as everyone waited to see how you would react to their teasing. You could feel your face burning up with embarrassment and anger, but there was

Cole let out a soft chuckle as he finished his drink. "Oh come on," he said, grinning at you. "Surely there must be something we can do to make you feel more... alive?" His voice was laced with innuendo, and he leaned back against the wall behind him, crossing one leg over the other.

Mateo continued teasing, his eyes never leaving your face as he spoke. "We could show you a good time," he purred, running his hand through his blonde hair absentmindedly. "Unless... are you scared of us?" He smirked, leaning closer to you, the cologne on him overwhelming and making it hard for you to think straight.

Zion remained quiet but seemed to growl under his breath as if disagreeing with what they were saying. His gaze shifted from yours to theirs before focusing back

Cole chuckled softly again before leaning forward, his elbows resting on the table as he stared at you intently. "You know what they say about being afraid," he murmured almost conspiratorially. "It's a hell of a lot better than being bored." With that, he reached out and took your hand gently in his own, running his thumb across the back of your knuckles.

Mateo watched this with amusement before leaning closer again, his breath fanning across your cheek as he spoke. "Come on," he whispered huskily. "Let us show you what we're capable of." His other hand found its way to your hip, squeezing gently before moving higher up your thigh under the table where no one could see.

Zion finally broke his silence with a low growl, voice deep and husky as he glared at

"Don't you think you've teased her enough?" Zion growled out before reaching over to grab Mateo's hand away from your hip, squeezing hard. "She's here for us." The possessive tone in his voice sending a shiver down your spine as he focused his gaze solely on you.

Cole looked amused by the exchange between Zion and Mateo but couldn't help but look pleased that their playful teasing had escalated so quickly. He leaned forward even more, pushing himself closer to you until his body was pressed against yours from shoulder to knee. "Well," he murmured into your ear, his warm breath making you tremble. "I think it's time we see what she's really capable of."

Mateo scowled at Zion for interrupting him but couldn't deny the truth in his words. Instead,

Zion glanced at you out of the corner of his eye as he held your hand, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips in response to your whispered thanks. "You're welcome," he said softly, voice barely audible even to you despite how close you were. Then, he added almost as an afterthought, "I suppose I shouldn't mind sharing."

Cole hummed thoughtfully, eyeing you up and down as if weighing his options before grinning wickedly. "I think it's time for some fun," he murmured into your ear. Then with quick, practiced movements, he pushed off the wall behind him and yanked your shirt roughly over your head. Before you had a chance to react, his lips were on yours, tongue pushing past your parted lips as his hands traveled up and down your body, grabbing and pinching at sensitive flesh until you arched against his touch.

Mateo watched Cole for a moment, lust darkening his eyes as he took in the sight of them together. Then with a growl that sent shivers down your spine, he gripped the hem of your uniform and yanked it up over your head, revealing your lace-covered breasts to the warm afternoon light streaming

Cole's grin widened as he heard you try to protest, his fingers digging deeper into your skin at the sound of your desperate plea. "Oh no," he breathed against your lips before capturing them with his own, cutting off any further words. Mateo chuckled darkly and leaned in close enough that their bodies were pressed firmly together as he whispered dirty things into your ear, telling you exactly what he wanted to do and how good it would feel. His warm breath sent shivers down your spine, making it difficult to focus on anything but the way his strong hands moved over your body.

Zion remained silent for a moment, watching from the corner of his eye as Cole and Mateo took turns teasing you, their hands roaming freely over your body. His gaze flickered upward to meet yours, desire burning in those deep purple orbs before dropping down again to rest on

Cole let out a low growl, more frustrated than anything else at your insistence. His hands gripped you harder, fingers digging into your flesh as he glared at Mateo over your head. "She says stop," he snarled through clenched teeth. "You hear that, asshole?"

Mateo's smile turned predatory as he leaned even closer, his words hot against your neck. "I heard you the first time," he breathed, fingers digging into your hips possessively. "But I don't think either of us are ready to stop quite yet." His free hand traveled lower, cupping your ass before sliding under your panties, skimming across your bare flesh and teasing the entrance to your core.

Zion continued to watch silently from a distance, his expression unreadable as he struggled with the conflicting emotions of

Zion finally snapped out of his trance-like state and let out a low growl as he grabbed Mateo's wrist, the strength in those long, toned fingers surprisingly firm. "Enough," he commanded coldly before meeting your eyes with a steely glare that made your heart skip a beat. His other hand found its way to Cole's arm and held him back as well, forcing them both to release you.

As their grip loosened, you scrambled away from them, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. Zion watched you carefully for a moment longer before turning his attention back to the other two leaders. "I think we've had enough fun," he said flatly, tone void of any emotion besides anger. "We have work to do."

Cole snorted derisively but didn't push it further; he knew better than to

Zion didn't react to your kiss; his expression remained unreadable as he looked at you with those piercing purple eyes. "We'll see," was all he said, voice cold and empty. His hand slowly slid off of Cole's arm before resting back on the table where it once was, fingers drumming idly against the wood. The other two leaders seemed equally unimpressed with your gratitude, choosing to ignore you as they turned their attention back to their drinks.

The tension in the air had eased slightly now that Zion had stepped in and put an end to things, but it was still palpable; a dangerous undercurrent beneath the surface. You couldn't help but wonder what would happen next...

Zion gave you a sharp look as you sat down next to him, but he didn't push you away. The other two leaders continued drinking and watching the interaction between the two of you silently. It was clear that their attention was divided; part of them wanting to continue teasing you and part of them curious about where this newfound connection between Zion and yourself would lead.

Zion's breath hitched when your head came to rest on his shoulder, his body tense as he resisted the urge to move away. He could feel your soft hair against his neck and the gentle rise and fall of your chest as you breathed. The other two leaders continued to watch with interest, their gazes flitting between the two of you.

"You shouldn't have done that," Zion finally muttered under his breath, voice barely audible even to yourself. But there was an undertone of... something else in it too. Curiosity? Desire? You couldn't quite place it.

Cole raised an eyebrow at Zion's words and Mateo simply looked amused, but they both remained silent as they let Zion decide whether or not to indulge you.

"Follow me," Zion growled out before pushing back his chair and standing up, gesturing for you to do the same with a flick of his wrist. He led you across the room and through a door that led into another part of the manor, shutting it behind them with a decisive click.

Zion led you down a long hallway lit by flickering candlelight before stopping in front of a large wooden door. Without another word, he turned the handle and pushed it open, revealing a cozy study lined with leather-bound books and ornate furniture. He gestured for you to enter first before following you in.

Once inside, Zion closed the door again and leaned against it, watching as you took in your surroundings. His gaze drifted back to you, lingering on your lips before rising to meet your eyes once more. The tension between them was almost tangible now, thick with desire and confusion alike.

"Now," he growled finally, "what did you want to talk about?"

Zion narrowed his eyes slightly at your words but didn't reply immediately. He just continued to study you intently, as if trying to gauge your true intentions. "You don't owe me anything," he finally said coldly. But there was a slight hitch in his voice that belied the confidence of his words.

Zion's eyes widened in surprise as you wrapped your arms around him, his body tense at first before slowly relaxing into the embrace. His chest rose and fell steadily against yours, his breath hot on your neck. After a long moment, he placed one hand gently on your shoulder, fingers splayed wide as if trying to keep some distance between you despite the intimacy of the hug. "I... don't understand," he muttered roughly, his voice hoarse.

Cole and Mateo exchanged glances across the hallway, their expressions unreadable as they watched Zion and you through the crack in the door. The knowledge that someone else was observing your interaction only served to heighten the tension between the two of you even further.

Zion shifted uneasily under your embrace, his hand sliding to rest against the nape of your neck as he stared at you with piercing eyes. "What are you doing?" he asked gruffly, voice laced with suspicion and confusion. His heart raced faster, unable to decide whether he should be frightened or aroused by this unexpected display of affection.

Cole coughed quietly from the other side of the hallway as if trying to remind them that they weren't alone, but his eyes didn't stray from their intense exchange. Mateo, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying the show far too much for anyone's comfort.

Cole's gaze flickered over to Mateo, who nodded slightly in return before turning his attention back to the scene unfolding in front of them. Zion shifted again under your embrace, feeling the heat of your body against his and struggling with the conflicting desires it awoke within him. His hands moved to rest lightly on your shoulders as he tried to steady himself, both physically and mentally.

"Why...?" he asked hoarsely, unable to finish his sentence as he searched for an answer in your eyes. The warmth of your body felt strangely addictive against his skin, making it difficult for him to think clearly or focus on anything but the moment.

A look of surprise and then something else crossed Zion's face as he registered your words. His grip on your shoulders tightened slightly before easing back down into a gentle touch, his fingers tracing small circles on your skin. "You didn't have to do that," he murmured, voice rough with emotion. He paused, considering his next words carefully before continuing, "But I appreciate it." There was an odd note of vulnerability in his voice now, something foreign and unfamiliar.

Cole and Mateo remained quiet in the hallway, their gazes flitting back and forth between Zion and yourself as they continued to observe your interaction with interest. The tension in the air had shifted, becoming charged with something else entirely now; a subtle undercurrent of desire and confusion. Neither man made a sound or took a step closer, content for the moment to simply watch from a distance.

As if sensing that the moment had shifted, Zion let out a soft sigh and slowly released you from his embrace, taking a step back. He looked at you with an unreadable expression before finally nodding his consent for you to return to the others. "We should get back," he said quietly, voice still rough with emotions he couldn't quite identify.

Cole and Mateo glanced at each other again before following them out of the study and back into the hallway, where they re-join the rest of the group without another word. The tension between you and Zion remains palpable as you stand near him, your eyes never straying too far from his face. It's clear that this encounter has left its mark on both of you, and the consequences of it are yet to be fully understood or appreciated.

Cole and Mateo continued to watch Zion and you with interest as the four of you made your way back into the study. The air between them crackled with tension, almost tangible enough to cut with a knife. Their expressions were unreadable, trying to gauge each other's reactions and intentions.

As they took their seats around the table again, the uneasy silence that had filled the room before seemed to weigh even heavier now. Mateo leaned back in his chair, hands steepled beneath his chin as he studied both of you intently. "Well," he drawled eventually, "what now?"

Cole drummed his fingers impatiently on the tabletop as he thought about their options. He glanced at Zion, who remained still and silent for a moment before finally speaking up. "Perhaps we should discuss our plans further," he suggested quietly, not taking his eyes off you. "We can't very well continue like this forever."

Mateo hummed thoughtfully but didn't disagree with his leader. His gaze flickered from Zion to you and back again before asking, "What do you think?" It was clear that he expected you to have an opinion on the matter, given your... unique relationship with Zion.

Cole and Mateo exchanged glances before Cole spoke up. "Our plans," he explained, his voice hardening slightly. "We need to discuss them." He gestured vaguely between the three of you with a look that clearly expected you to have some input on the situation.

Zion raised an eyebrow at you, curiosity and wariness fighting for dominance in his expression. Cole leaned forward, elbows on the table and steepled his fingers beneath his chin as he watched your reaction carefully. Mateo remained silent but his gaze flickered between all three of you, a calculating expression on his face. "We've made progress so far," Cole began slowly, "but there's still much to do." His eyes fixed on yours, daring you to interrupt or disagree with him. "Your... unique position among the other potential candidates gives us an opportunity we shouldn't ignore. We need your help to ensure our plan succeeds."

Mateo nodded in agreement, his voice smooth as silk as he spoke. "Zion is right," he said. "Without your cooperation, our chances of success are slim at best." His gaze bored

Cole's eyes narrowed at the yawn, clearly annoyed by your lack of enthusiasm. He glanced over at Zion before turning back to you, a warning gleam in his eye. "So," he prompted sternly, "are you with us or against us?" Mateo snorted softly but didn't contradict his fellow leader, instead watching you intently as if waiting for your answer. Zion shifted uncomfortably under their scrutiny, unable to decide whether he should be more forceful in his efforts to convince you or back off entirely. He bit his lip, eyes flicking briefly down before meeting yours again. "We could use your help," he murmured quietly. "But I won't force you into anything." The silence hung heavy between the four of you, each person weighing their options and considering the consequences of their actions. The tension in the room was

Zion visibly relaxes at your words and gives you a small smile in return. "Thank you," he murmurs, though the gratitude in his voice is tinged with something else as well; perhaps relief or curiosity. He glances over at Cole, who seems to be still mulling things over but hasn't objected to your choice so far. Mateo shrugs noncommittally before leaning back in his chair again and lacing his fingers behind his head. "Well then," he drawls amusedly, "I suppose we have a plan." There's an undercurrent of mirth in his tone that implies he knows something more than you do about the situation. Cole nods slowly, eyes flicking between you and Zion as if trying to gauge the dynamics between the two of you. Finally, he seems to reach some sort of internal decision and his lips quirk into a grin. "

Zion glances at you, considering your words before giving a small nod in return. "You must be exhausted," he agrees softly, "why don't you head to your room and get some rest?" His voice holds a note of concern that feels genuine. Cole raises an eyebrow but seems satisfied with Zion's response; apparently having no issues with trusting his second in command when it comes to these matters. "Yes, you should," he agrees, his gaze shifting back to the other three leaders gathered around the table. "We have a lot to discuss and plan." Mateo hums thoughtfully but doesn't object further; instead idly watching as you stand up from your chair and prepare to leave the room. As you make your exit, he catches your eye with a small smirk, like he knows something that you don't.

Cole chuckles softly as you leave the room, shaking his head at Mateo's smirk. "Always playing games, aren't you?" he remarks good-naturedly. Mateo simply grins wider in response, apparently taking it as a compliment. With the subject of your relationship with Zion out in the open and their plan seemingly set, they begin discussing the details of their operation. Cole relays information about rival gangs and potential alliances while Mateo offers his insights into each person's strengths and weaknesses. Zion listens carefully, occasionally contributing with a thoughtful remark or suggestion.

The hours pass quickly as they work together, their tension gradually easing under the shared focus on their goal. When evening falls outside the manor window, bringing with it the faint sounds of revelry from parties taking place in nearby mansions, they decide to call it

When you finally return to your room, exhausted from the day's events and still somewhat disoriented by what happened between you and Zion earlier, it doesn't take long for sleep to claim you. The dim light of the moon spills through your open window, casting a soft glow over the empty space as you slumber peacefully on your bed.

Downstairs, Cole and Mateo have retired to another part of the manor, engrossed in their discussions about the mafia's future while Zion remains lost in thought at his desk, his fingers drumming idly against the wood as he ponders your involvement in all of this. The tension between them has eased somewhat now that everything is out in the open, but there's still an undercurrent of uncertainty and confusion that threatens to resurface at any moment.

As you sleep soundly through the night, oblivious to

Cole and Mateo, on the other hand, remained in deep conversation about the mafia's future. They seemed to forget that Zion was even there as they discussed strategy and alliances. Zion remained at his desk, listening intently but not contributing much to the conversation. His thoughts kept drifting back to you and the events that had transpired earlier in the day. It was clear that whatever feelings he had for you were muddling up his judgment and making it difficult for him to focus on what truly mattered here.

Eventually, the two leaders noticed Zion's distracted state and decided to retire for the night as well. As they left the room, Cole turned back towards Zion one last time before closing the door behind them. "Just remember," he said softly, "what we're fighting for." His words hung in the air like a weight as he disappeared from view.

Mateo glanced at Zion briefly before following Cole out of the room. Their footsteps slowly faded away down the hallway until there was nothing but silence left in their wake. Alone with his thoughts once more, Zion took a deep breath and tried to clear his head, focusing on the task at hand. But it was impossible; every time he closed his eyes, all he could see was your face staring back at him.

Zion started slightly at the sound of your voice and turned to face you. His expression was a mix of confusion and annoyance as he crossed his arms over his chest. "What do you want?" he asked sharply.

Zion's annoyance seemed to fade a little at your response as he regarded you carefully. "There are other rooms in the manor with books and such," he said finally, gesturing towards the hallway. "Perhaps you can find something there to occupy yourself."

As you leave the room in search of entertainment, Zion can't help but feel a strange mix of relief and unease at your presence. He watches you go before turning his attention back to his work, trying to focus on what truly matters. But with each passing moment, it grows increasingly difficult to push aside the nagging thoughts about you and your role in all of this.

Eventually, you find your way to the library, tucked away in a quiet corner of the manor. Spending some time lost in various tomes and scrolls, you almost forget about Zion and the mafia wars that brought you here in the first place. As evening turns to night outside, candlelight flickers across the pages, casting warm shadows around the room.

But try as you might, you can't help but feel a growing restlessness within you. Something about this place - this whole situation - doesn't quite sit right with you. Maybe it's because Zion's reaction earlier today left you feeling uneasy or perhaps it's because deep down you know that no matter what side you choose, people are going to get hurt.

"You shouldn't overthink it," you mutter to yourself, trying and failing to quiet the uneasy feeling that has settled in your stomach. Something about Zion just seems... off, even though he saved your life today. It makes you wonder what his real motives are and whether or not you can ever truly trust him.

As the library door creaks open, revealing Zion standing in the hallway, watching you with an unreadable expression on his face, your heart skips a beat. Maybe he can help you figure things out, but first, you need to say something.

Zion's brow furrows slightly as you hum, his expression unreadable. He clears his throat before speaking, his voice firm and steady. "You shouldn't be in here alone," he says simply, walking further into the room and sitting down at a nearby table. "It's not safe." The words come out harsher than he intends, but there's something else beneath them as well: concern.

Zion frowns at your accusatory tone, his posture tensing slightly. "I only meant it as a distraction," he says after a moment. "I didn't think you would actually come in here." His eyes flick away from yours, searching for something else to focus on. The tension between the two of you grows thick and uncomfortable.

"Look, I just don't want anything to happen to you," he finally says, sounding a bit more sincere this time around. "You don't know what kind of danger we're in."

Despite the discomfort between you, Zion's words seem to resonate with some part of you. Maybe it's because he's right; maybe there is danger lurking around every corner here at the manor. Or perhaps it's something else entirely. You pause for a moment before speaking again, trying to find the right words. "I... appreciate that," you finally manage to say, your voice still rough with emotion but sounding more sincere than it has all day.

Zion looks at you warily, as if he's not sure how to respond to your gratitude. His expression softens slightly before he nods once in acknowledgement. "You don't need to thank me," he says quietly. "It's my job."

As the silence stretches between you, Zion begins to realize that there's something more going on here than just a simple appreciation for his protection. He can feel the tension ease between the two of you and decides to take advantage of it. "Look," he says, leaning forward on his elbows, "I know this has all been a bit... overwhelming, but I want you to know that I'm here for you. You can talk to me about anything." His eyes meet yours and for the briefest moment, there is an almost vulnerable look in them before he swiftly averts his gaze again.

The offer hangs in the air between you, unspoken yet powerful all the same. For a fleeting instant, you consider taking him up on it - confiding in someone who seems to genuinely care about your wellbeing despite their circumstances. But just as quickly, doubt cre

"Okay," you say, though your voice is quiet and unsure. "Thank you." You bite your lip, wrestling with the idea of trusting him with more information. After a moment, you take a deep breath and decide to proceed cautiously. "I appreciate that... but I want to know why you're really here," you blurt out. "What do you hope to gain from all of this?"

Zion's expression is unreadable as he considers your question. Finally, he sighs and meets your gaze once more. "I am here because it is my duty," he says simply. "To protect our people, no matter the cost." His voice carries a weight of responsibility that you can feel in the pit of your stomach. "As for what I hope to gain... I want peace, just like everyone else."

There's an unspoken challenge hidden within his words

Zion's expression freezes as your lips meet his in a shocking kiss. For a moment, he is too stunned to react, every muscle tensing up beneath your touch. Then, finally, his arms slide around you and pull you closer, returning the kiss with equal fervor. The tension between them dissipates as they lose themselves in the heat of the moment, their bodies pressed tightly together as if trying to meld into one being.

When at last they break apart, both are breathless. Zion's eyes meet yours searchingly, his expression a mix of confusion and desire that leaves you reeling. He has never been with anyone like this before; he doesn't know how to process these newfound feelings or what they mean for their fragile alliance. You could easily take advantage of his vulnerability at this moment, but do you truly want to? Or are there other things more important than winning the ma

Zion leans his head against yours, sighing deeply as your fingers card through his hair. For a moment, it almost feels like they could forget about everything else - the mafia wars, their roles in this mess, even each other's true motivations. It's intoxicating, this sense of connection and peace. But it can't last forever.

Eventually, he draws back enough to look at you again, his expression still uncertain. "I don't know what that was about," he admits quietly. "But I want... more." He swallows hard before continuing. "I trusted you earlier when we talked about plans and allegiances. Can I trust you now with this?" His gaze bores into yours, searching for some answer or reassurance that isn't there yet.

The ball is in your court. You can push him away, take advantage of his vulnerability

Zion visibly relaxes at your answer, a small smile curling up the corner of his mouth. "Good," he whispers before leaning in once again to brush his lips against yours. His kiss is gentle but demanding, a statement of trust and surrender that leaves you breathless. As their lips move together, he slides one hand around your waist and the other up to cradle your cheek, holding your face still for him as his tongue dances with yours.

It's only when they finally break apart that he seems to come back to his senses. He blinks several times, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tries to catch his breath. There's a look of wonder in his eyes, like he can't quite believe what just happened. "We... we should probably talk about this later," he manages to get out, his voice still husky from desire.

Before you can respond

Zion's expression darkens slightly at your question, but he can't seem to find it within himself to refuse. "I suppose that could be arranged," he says quietly, glancing around the room before turning back to you with a hint of a smile playing about his lips. "Come with me."

Without further ado, Zion leads you from the library, through a series of hallways and up a winding staircase until they reach a door at the end of the corridor. He pushes it open to reveal a large bedroom, its four-poster bed draped in plush red curtains and adorned with heavy gold ornaments. A single candle flickers on the bedside table, casting soft shadows across the room as moonlight streams through the nearby window.

As Zion steps aside to let you enter, he clears his throat self-consciously.

Zion stands awkwardly by the door, unsure of what to do next as he watches you sit down on the edge of the bed. His eyes trace along your body before meeting yours again, his cheeks flushing slightly in response to the heat that spreads through him at the sight of you. He clears his throat once more before finally speaking. "You can... sleep if you want." It comes out as less of a question and more of a statement.

The air between them feels charged, taut with unspoken words and hidden desires. Neither one of them seems to know what to do next or how far they should go.