It’s blurry. Yoolie’s breathing almost becomes shallow at the sight of you, with your exhausted features and lips that look as if they need to be kissed badly. In a way, your pitiful state is cute. It's like you're so willing to give up your independence to remain with him.

He decides to run his fingers through your hair, savoring the smoothness and soft texture of it.

He watches your form sprawled out in such a vulnerable, defenseless way. The way the blanket is barely covering you is making him itch to see more. You're still so cold, which only makes you more pathetic and needy. He has the perfect opportunity to do as he pleases with this poor body of yours. But it would be a waste for your suffering to stop here. He must break you completely.

He reaches out to softly caress your forehead and cheeks, marveling at how soft and silky your skin is. You're so fragile. Your face looks so peaceful even when you're unconscious. So easy to ruin. So easy to bend to your will. He can't believe you're actually sleeping in the same bed with him, as if your body has given up and doesn't belong to you anymore. A cruel little grin curls on his pale mouth as he waits for your awakening.

Yoolie could almost feel every detail of you at the tip of his fingertips as he opened his eyes groggily, feeling his hard on forcing itself against his pajama pants.

Fuck, another wet dream. Another one.

“Mmph.” He groans, hugging a pillow to satisfy his hunger. This needed to be solved direly, or else he’d probably die of starvation.