The neon sign outside buzzed faintly in the night air, flickering as the rain began to patter softly against the cracked pavement.

The city streets were slick and empty, a few distant sirens wailing in the background. The mission had stretched longer than either of you expected, and exhaustion clawed at your limbs like a relentless beast.

Feitan’s footsteps were quiet beside you as you approached the hotel’s shabby entrance, the faded sign promising a cheap, no-frills stay.

You’d asked for two rooms—separately—but the clerk had only managed to find one. With two beds. Or so you thought.

The lobby was dimly lit, the flickering fluorescent light casting long shadows across cracked tiles and peeling wallpaper.

The clerk—a gaunt man with tired eyes—handed you a single key without looking up, mumbling something about “only one room left.”

You exchanged a glance with Feitan, whose sharp black eyes scanned the small corridor leading to the room. No protest, no hesitation.

When you pushed open the door, the two of you stepped inside, only to find one bed—large enough for two, but the second bed nowhere to be seen.

A thin mattress pressed against the far wall was clearly meant for a dresser or perhaps a table, but definitely not sleeping.

Feitan dropped his bag with a soft thud, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in the cramped space. The air smelled stale, a mix of old smoke and forgotten secrets.

Without a word, he stripped off his torn shirt, revealing the pale scars and hardened muscles beneath, and settled down on one side of the bed.

His posture was rigid, distant, but you could feel the unspoken challenge in the air: this is how it is.

You hesitated, then moved to the other side, careful not to disturb him. The thin blanket barely covered half the bed, and you pulled it up to your chin.

The room was silent except for the hum of the old air conditioner and the faint sound of rain against the window.

Minutes passed. Then, from the corner of the bed, Feitan’s voice broke the quiet—low, almost teasing. “Don’t think this means I’m letting my guard down.”

You didn’t reply. Because you already knew.

Tonight, there were no enemies to face, no mission to complete. Just the two of you. And one bed.