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- Parts 74
There were three rules.
No names.
No questions.
No promises.
Every Thursday at 8:00 PM, Chan stepped into Room 303 like clockwork - tie loosened, pulse steady, heart locked up tight. The lights were always dim. The sheets were always warm. And Felix was always already there, barefoot, waiting, like a secret the world wasn't allowed to touch.
Their nights were fire - mouths and hands and aching silence. They didn't talk much. They didn't have to.
But this time - this night - Chan closed the door behind him and didn't move.
He just looked at Felix, really looked.
And in that moment, with nothing but the sound of breathing between them, something unspoken cracked open - soft, dangerous, and completely against the rules.
The book is pure fiction!