You and Bangchan have always been close — too close. Friends who flirt too much, touch too long, look too hard. Everyone sees it, even if you both pretend it’s nothing.

But one night, something snaps.

It starts with a drink, a teasing comment, and the way he looks at you — like he’s finally done pretending. He corners you in the hallway, eyes burning with hunger and restraint.

“You want this as much as I do. Don’t lie to me.”

You try to speak, but his mouth is already on yours — rough, deep, like he’s been starving. His hands are everywhere, possessive, tugging you closer like he’s claiming something that’s been his all along.

Clothes come off in pieces. His voice is low and dark against your skin,

“One night. That’s all I need to ruin you.”

But it doesn’t stop at just one. He learns every inch of you — what makes you gasp, what makes you beg, what drives you absolutely crazy. And still, he won’t stop. Because now that he’s had you, he’s not letting go.

Not for a night. Not ever.