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With a final, ragged breath that tasted of guilt and anticipation, Min pushed it open and stepped inside.
The room was cavernous, dominated by a king-sized platform bed with a headboard of dark, weathered wood. The bedding was a mess of tangled, charcoal-grey sheets and a plush, black duvet, as if its occupant had only just risen. It wasn’t pristine; it was lived-in, and that made it all the more intoxicating. One side of the bed was indented, the pillow still holding the faint impression of a head.