The SS-Class Perfect Battery
Wishing he could remain inside this illusion eternally, Haneul’s eyes slid shut against the heavy wave of sleep.
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It was the dead of dawn.
Yuhwan cut through the freezing night air, returning from the convenience store with condoms, lube, and a fresh set of underwear for Haneul.
The moment he stepped through the front door, the soft, even sound of Haneul’s breathing drifted through the heavy darkness of the penthouse. Using that sound as a beacon, Yuhwan navigated the space and sat down heavily on the edge of the bed. His gaze, still burning with an unextinguished fire, anchored onto the youth's perfectly still, sleeping face.
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