Submit to Me!
As if relief had washed over her, he could see her eyelids sinking down heavily.
The head of the kid, who had been holding out to avoid losing her reason, gradually lost strength and tilted. In the pitch-black urban night, the sound of rain striking the window filled the interior like a rhythmic lullaby.
Gye-yeong quietly placed his large, hot hand over her thin shoulder.
“Shin, it's late. Just close your eyes for a bit.”
The moment his voice reached her, she loosened her tension as if surrendering to that warmth. In the end, as soon as she closed her eyes, she let go of the thread of consciousness and sank into a deep sleep.