The air in the secluded flat was thick, heavy with the scent of old wood and the overwhelming, masculine musk of Taehyung. The moment the door clicked shut, the world outside ceased to exist. There was no highway, no police department, no college rivalry; only the two of us and the suffocating tension that had been building for a month.

I stood there, shivering, my white crop top hanging in ruins around my waist, my breasts fully exposed and my nipples peaking hard in the chill of the room. I felt small, vulnerable, and utterly electrified. I looked up at him, my eyes wide and pleading, my breath coming in shallow, jagged hitches.