Where I finally Sleep

At Maison Rouge, pleasure is sold by the hour.

Haruto has spent years perfecting the art of detachment. As the brothel's most requested companion, he gives his clients what they want -a body, a smile, a fantasy- while keeping his heart carefully locked away.

Until David walks in.

David doesn't ask for pleasure. He doesn't want conversation. Every week, he books Haruto, wraps himself in his arms... and falls asleep. Nothing more, nothing less.

Frustrated by David's emotional distance yet drawn to his quiet vulnerability, Haruto finds himself anticipating visits from the man who never truly sees him.

But everything changes when Haruto learns David's real identity and that his arrangement with the man who refuses to touch him extends far beyond Maison Rouge's silk sheets.

Forced into each other's lives, they must navigate tangled pasts, sleepless nights, and a fragile desire neither dares to name. Because sometimes, love isn't found in passion...

...but in the arms where you finally sleep.

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This is pure fiction. Everything that happens in the story is writer's imagination, it's not an actual reflection of names and places mentioned in the story.

!WARNING!
The story classified as 18+. Please don't read if you don't like mature content. Read at your own risk.

Thank you.

Love,
-Saint Evilish-