Yn's pov—

The room feels too still like it’s holding its breath with me. He moves closer to me, with his Slow, Deliberate steps. His eyes don’t leave mine for a second. He is hungry for me which is dangerous.

But I know he'll always be gentle with me, but somewhere in my mind I want it rough and wild. It makes me weak to even think about it. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough.

My lips part, but nothing comes out. Just air. Just a shaky breath. I lean back, palms sinking into the sheets. An invitation without words. He smirks because he knows exactly what I’m doing. And then in a split of seconds he’s between my knees.

Close enough that heat rolls off him, washing over me. My stomach twists, anticipation sharp in every nerve. His fingers trail my thigh, light, teasing. Goosebumps explode across my skin. I let out a sharp inhale, and he leans in close, mouth brushing my ear.