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Apparently just being the quiet, shy girl had made you prime entertainment for Linh and her little pack of minions. This had become a daily ritual since you started college with her singling you out for sport.

You didn’t even know why she hated you so much. You weren’t in her classes, you didn’t share a major, you barely existed in the same circles.

“Please…” you murmured, cheeks hot with embarrassment.

She clicked her tongue and huffed dramatically.

“Listen here, slut,” she said as if the very act of addressing you was beneath her. “You should, like, really do something about…” she waved a hand vaguely at you, “all that. You’re pathetic and it’s honestly ruining the vibe.”

She crouched down to your level, eyes gleaming with something sharp and cruel. Her mouth opened, ready to deliver whatever insult she’d been polishing since breakfast, but one of her minions suddenly leaned in and whispered something urgently.

Linh’s eyes widened.

She shot upright in an instant, her entire face smoothing into something bright and sugar-sweet.

“Bi-Han!” she chirped, that fake-bright smile snapping back onto her face. “Hey, babe! I was just about to go looking for you!”

You froze.

Slowly, you lifted your head just in time to see Bi-Han stalk down the hallway with his brothers beside him. His expression was a deep scowl, cigarette hanging lazy and dangerous from his lips.

Black button-up half undone, dark ripped jeans, leather jacket, black combat boots, silver jewelry glinting—he looked like the very definition of trouble.

Linh practically sprinted to him, pressing a hand to his chest and batting her lashes like she was auditioning for a perfume commercial.

He looked down at her in annoyance and shoved her hand off.

“Don’t touch me,” he said flatly.

Her smile cracked for a second, then she forced it back into place.

“Baby, don’t be mean to me,” she pouted, even stomping her heel. “I told you, you should be nicer.”

Bi-Han rolled his eyes, gaze sliding past her and landing right on you.

You tensed instantly, scrambling to gather your notebooks and push yourself to your feet. You could feel the weight of his stare like a hand pressing between your shoulder blades.

Before you could even dust yourself off, a heavy arm dropped over your shoulders. Familiar cologne flooded your nose.

“Heeey, Y/n,” Tomás grinned, leaning into you like you hadn’t just been bullied into a wall. “Been a while since we’ve seen you.”

You flinched at the sudden contact and glanced up at him slowly.

“Tomás,” you whispered, clutching your notebooks tighter.

“Hey, baby doll,” Kuai chuckled, leaning casually against the wall. “Was wondering when we’d run into you. You’re hard to find lately.”

You gave him a tiny, apologetic smile. “Sorry, guys. I—I have class in a few minutes.” You gently pulled out of Tomás’ arm.

“Aww, come on, baby. Don’t leave so soon,” Tomás pouted.

“Running away so quickly, Little Ghost?” Bi-Han’s voice cut in, low and smooth.

You stiffened at the nickname and turned toward him slowly.

A small smirk tugged at his mouth, eyes locked onto you with a mix of curiosity and amusement. Hands in his pockets, head tilted, studying the irritation on your face like it was entertaining.

“Stop calling me that,” you muttered. “And I’m not running away. I’m going to class.”

“Why go to class,” Kuai hummed, waving a hand dismissively, “when you could hang out with us? Haven’t seen you in forever.”

Your cheeks heated instantly. You looked down, shrinking in on yourself, and risked a quick glance at Linh only to find her glaring daggers at you, lip curled in fury.

You swallowed hard. “A-anyway, I’ll be out of your way,” you rushed, squeezing past the boys to escape.

But before you could slip free, fingers wrapped firmly around your wrist.

You frowned and looked up.

Bi-Han held your gaze, unreadable. “You should stop by, Little Ghost. Mother’s been asking about you.”

He only released your wrist when you gave him a tiny nod, letting you go completely.

You honestly should have guessed that having even a decent relationship with the campus’s most infamous bad boys would earn you the hatred and jealousy of people like Linh.

It wasn’t like you could help it.

The three of you had been childhood friends. You grew up together, your mothers inseparable, family gatherings practically mandatory. You’d known each other your entire lives.

Close friends.

If that was even the right term.

It was more like an unfortunate version of the fantastic four forced together by circumstance, crossing paths at family functions and now, conveniently enough, at the same college you’d all somehow ended up attending.

You shook your head and picked up your pace, heading toward class with your eyes fixed forward.

Maybe—just maybe—that would be the end of it for today.

But even you knew better.

It never was.

The next time you crossed paths was during Psych 101.

You had this class with all three boys, and it was never a dull moment.

You were seated next to your friend, chatting casually while you waited for the lecture to start.

“Hey,” he said softly, glancing at you, concern crossing his face. “By the way… are you okay?”

“Huh?” you frowned, confused. “What do you mean?”

“I heard about what happened earlier with Linh,” he muttered, shaking his head. “I’m sorry you had to go through that. Are you alright?”

You sighed, covering your face and groaning in embarrassment. “Yeah, yeah… sorry you had to hear about that,” you whined. “God, that’s so embarrassing,” you laughed.

Chen shook his head, chuckling quietly along with you. “It’s fine. You know I’ll always hear about these things and worry.”

You rolled your eyes and stuck your tongue out at him. “No need. I’m a strong, independent woman,” you giggled.

He raised a brow. “Yeah, right,” he snorted. “So strong you almost got your ass handed to you again.”

“Key word being almost,” you shot back, winking.

He rolled his eyes, shaking his head with an exasperated sigh.

Then his gaze flicked upward.

His eyes widened, a small wince tugging at his lips.

“Move,” came a deep, annoyed voice.

You flinched, instantly recognizing the timbre. Slowly, you turned your head and found Bi-Han standing there, irritation etched deep into his scowl as he glared down at your friend.

“Um…” your friend muttered, glancing at you uncertainly.

“Pretending to be deaf?” Bi-Han grunted, stepping closer. “I said move.”

“Bi-Han!” you hissed, a frown settling on your face.

He spared you only a brief glance before returning his attention to Chen, who remained frozen in his seat. Bi-Han grabbed the front of his shirt, lifting him just enough to make the threat clear.

“Seeing as you’re friends with Little Ghost,” he smirked, “I suppose I can show some mercy.”

“S-sorry,” Chen stuttered, hands lifting in surrender. “I didn’t k-know this was y-your seat.”

You shot to your feet and wedged yourself between them, fury flashing across your face.

Bi-Han stared down at you, unimpressed.

“Bi-Han, you’re making a scene,” you whispered sharply, cheeks burning as you avoided his eyes. You lightly smacked his chest with your fist. “What is wrong with you? Put him down!”

From behind you, you heard Tomás and Kuai snicker quietly, offering absolutely no help.

You hesitated before looking up at him, eyes soft and pleading when he still hadn’t let go.

“Bi-Han… please?” you whispered.

You felt him tense beneath your touch, dark eyes locking onto yours. Then he scoffed and released Chen.

Chen didn’t waste a second. He scrambled back, grabbed his things, and quickly moved to another seat.

You shot him an apologetic look, and he responded by shaking his head, offering you a weak but reassuring smile.

Hands suddenly settled on your waist, making you squeak as you jumped in surprise. You quickly pushed away from Bi-Han, ignoring his low chuckle as you settled back into your seat, covering your warm cheeks.

Bi-Han took the seat beside you, his attention firmly fixed on you.

Kuai and Tomás sat behind you, messing around with each other and, occasionally, you. They tugged lightly at your hair or tapped your shoulder just to lean in and whisper jokes.

Bi-Han kept to himself, watching with quiet amusement as your shy composure slowly unraveled. He noticed the way your eyes rolled and how you tried to hide your mild annoyance at his brothers’ antics.

Leaning forward, he hooked a hand around the leg of your chair and dragged it closer to him, unable to hide his smile at the surprised, confused look on your face.

He grasped one of your legs and draped it over his lap, leaning back as he faced the front of the class. One hand rested on your thigh, tapping rhythmically while he continued to pay attention to the professor as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

You froze in your seat, eyes locked on his hand before slowly looking up at him.

Behind you, Tomás made exaggerated kissing sounds while Kuai quietly oohed, prompting you to turn around and glare at them.

“You’re so childish,” you whispered sharply.

They only wiggled their brows in response, making exaggerated kissing faces and laughing as your cheeks burned red.

“Shut up,” you hissed, turning back around and forcing yourself to take a deep breath, resigning yourself to the situation.

You tried focusing on the lecture as the professor droned on about behavioral theory or whatever, but your attention kept slipping.

You could feel the heat of his hand on your thigh, the weight of it, and the random taps of his fingers. His thumb pressed in once, slow and testing, as if checking how soft your thigh was, before returning to that lazy rhythm.

Warmth crawled up your neck and you shifted slightly in your seat, trying to force your brain to care about anything written on the board. You just needed class to end. Then you could sprint out of here and pretend none of this ever happened.

But then Bi-Han got bored.

He stopped drumming his fingers and flattened his whole palm against your thigh, dragging it slightly higher before stopping just shy of where it would really make you jump. He began tracing soft, idle circles on your inner thigh, following the seam of your jeans like it was a map only he cared about.

Your whole body tensed, muscles flexing beneath his touch before you caught yourself and forced them still. You choked your pencil in your fingers, tightening your grip until your knuckles whitened, and let out a shaky slow breath.

Bi-Han’s eyes flicked toward you, curious, assessing. His fingers pressed in again, deliberate and slow, testing the way your muscles jumped beneath his touch. Then his grip softened, kneading your thigh in a lazy, experimental massage.

He chuckled under his breath when the muscle twitched in his hand, but he kept looking forward, his attention fixed on the lecture even as his hand stroked higher and higher, inch by inch, daring you to react.

Your eyes widened, breath hitching, a hand instinctively flying up to cover your mouth as you tried to swallow the shaky gasp threatening to escape. You nearly jolted out of your seat when his hand slid even higher, squeezing rougher this time, firm enough to make your whole body shiver.

You grabbed his wrist quickly, pinning his hand where it was, fingers trembling as you kept your head down and refused to look at him.

Bi-Han hummed a low, satisfied sound, digging his fingers in one last time before easing his grip and letting the tension melt from his hand.

He leaned in, breath warm against your ear.

“Relax, Little Ghost. I won’t try anything.” A soft, wicked chuckle followed.

The whine that escaped you was small, instinctive, barely audible, yet somehow still too loud. You coughed immediately, trying to cover it up, cheeks flaming.

Bi-Han’s eyes darkened at the sound, lips curving into a slow, amused smirk.

“Unless…” he murmured, voice dropping, fingers creeping up your thigh again, “…you’re asking me to.”

You gasped quietly and tugged his hand back down, dragging it toward your knee with shaky determination.

“Stop,” you hissed under your breath, refusing to look at him. Your blush burned hot across your face. “We’re in class, Bi-Han. Pay attention.”

Mercifully, Bi-Han decided to listen to you, leaning back in his chair and settling his hand around your ankle instead, thumb rubbing slow circles there like nothing had happened.

You exhaled quietly, finally able to focus on your professor again.

By the time class started winding down, students stuffing notebooks into bags and your professor rambling about the upcoming essay, you stretched out your stiff muscles and gently slid your leg off Bi-Han’s lap.

Kuai leaned across his desk with that stupidly charming grin. “Hey, sweetheart. Why not join us for lunch?”

Instant dread hit your stomach.

Your brain immediately conjured the image of Linh spotting you with them, and you cringed.

“Uhh… I’m good.” You smiled, but it felt more like you were baring your teeth.

Tomás hopped up onto your desk like a gremlin, pouting.

“Come on! There’s fresh bao today. And Bi-Han’s paying.” He looked far too smug about that.

Bi-Han rolled his eyes and shot him an annoyed glare but didn’t deny it.

You offered a soft smile, then shook your head again.

“Maybe another time. My friends are waiting for me. I’ll see you guys soon.”

Tomás groaned dramatically, “You suck! Bye, baby! Have fun with your loser friends!”

Kuai snickered, tossing a wink your way. You rolled your eyes, cheeks burning.

Bi-Han gave you a small nod as you turned and slipped out of the classroom.

You barely made it five steps before you collided with someone.

“Oh gods, I’m so so—” you stopped short, breath catching in your throat as you looked up.

Linh.

She stood there glaring daggers at you, hands on her hips.

“Well, look who it is,” she drawled, “Lin Kuei University’s resident charity case.”

You swallowed hard, instinctively stepping back, shoulders tense. You tried to slip past her, but she shoved you sideways, blocking you again.

“Nice try, slut.” She let out a sharp laugh.

“Let me tell you something,” she said, inspecting her nails as if this conversation was beneath her. “Don’t think for a second that spreading your legs is going to make Bi-Han want you anytime soon.”

Your eyes widened, heat crawling up your neck.

“W-what? I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you whispered.

“Please,” she scoffed. “Everyone saw your face earlier. The way you were practically begging for attention. And a little mouse told me he practically had you in his lap during class.”

Your face burned.

“He didn’t—”

“Don’t start denying it now,” she cooed mockingly, stepping closer. She twirled a strand of your hair around her finger like you were a toy. “We all know what kind of girls he goes for. And trust me—” her voice dipped low, “it’s not some quiet little virgin who can’t even look anyone in the eye.”

Your mouth opened, but nothing came out, just a strained, breathy sound as humiliation knotted in your chest.

“So do me a favor,” she snarked, suddenly grabbing your cheeks in a cruel squeeze. “Stop acting like a slut and go back to being the pathetic little whore you are. He’s mine, and nothing you do is going to change that.”

Her grip lingered just long enough to sting before she shoved you back, satisfied.

You stumbled, catching yourself against the wall.

Linh straightened her posture like she hadn’t just manhandled you, flicking her hair over her shoulder as she looked you over with thin-lipped disgust.

“Learn your place for once.” She rolled her eyes.

“And that is?”

Bi-Han’s voice cut through the hallway, low and bored.

Linh blinked, then immediately lit up with a sugary smile. She practically skipped over to him, sliding her arms around him and sighing theatrically.

“Sorry you had to hear that, baby,” she cooed. “I was just telling this pathetic thing that spreading her legs wasn’t going to do her any favors.”

Bi-Han’s eyes snapped to hers. “Is that so?” he muttered.

She nodded, basking in her own fake pity. “Someone had to tell her how unclassy she’s been.”

“Funny,” Tomás drawled from behind him, “isn’t that exactly what you did to get into this university?”

Linh froze. Her eyes widened before an offended gasp tore from her throat.

“Excuse me?! Watch yourself, Tomás. I would never sleep my way to the top.”

“I heard otherwise,” Kuai snickered, hands folding behind his head. “Got some videos about it too. Can’t say hearing you moan Principal Hao’s name was a bad thing though.” He shrugged.

Her jaw dropped. Color rushed to her cheeks in a furious red as she whipped toward Bi-Han.

“Control your idiot brothers! How dare they disrespect me!”

Bi-Han stared at her for a beat, completely unbothered. Then he raised a brow and shoved her off him with a short, irritated exhale.

“Not my problem they know you’ve been slutting around,” he said lazily. “Maybe spreading your legs across campus wasn’t the move.”

She made a strangled sound, arm launching up to slap him, but Bi-Han caught her wrist instantly, gripping tight as his glare cut into her like ice.

Bi-Han’s grip tightened around her wrist, fingers digging in just enough to make his warning clear.

“Don’t even think about it,” he said, voice low and sharp.

She scoffed and yanked her hand back, crossing her arms as she glared at him. “Please. You should be apologizing to me for letting your brothers speak to me that way.”

“For what?” he taunted, stepping closer. “Telling the truth?”

Her expression flickered, irritation cracking just enough to reveal the nerves underneath.

“For letting the entire campus know how easy you are?” he continued mercilessly. “What was it again? Sleeping with the director to secure a spot here?”

“That’s a lie.” She bared her teeth, taking a shaky step back. “I suggest you stop spreading it.”

“Please,” he snorted. “I could ask any of the guys for your nudes right now and they’d all send the same one.”

Her eyes darted between the three brothers before snapping toward you. She scoffed viciously, lips curling back.

“You’re really choosing to humiliate me over her?” she hissed. “She’s pathetic. She could never please you the way I can.”

Bi-Han tilted his head slightly, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “You’re right.”

Linh’s posture relaxed instantly. She smiled, relieved, and slipped a hand against his chest. “See? You should listen to me. I know what’s good for you.”

Bi-Han laughed—dark, humorless—and caught her wrist again, ignoring the startled yelp she gave.

“She could never please me like you,” he said, tone deceptively mild.

“You’re loose. Thoroughly used.” His lip curled. “Your body is… unremarkable.”

Linh’s face crumpled.

Bi-Han leaned in closer, voice dropping to a low rumble.

“She’d be tight for me. Wet. She’d sound sweet when she moans my name.”

He let the words settle, cruel and deliberate.

“She’d make me want to keep going all night just to watch her fall apart. She’d be better than you at everything.”

He released her wrist with a shove, sending her stumbling to the floor.

“And I will always choose her, especially over a whore like you.”

Gasps echoed down the hallway as she scrambled to sit up.

Linh’s mascara streaked as tears blurred down her cheeks. Her friends rushed toward her, but she slapped their helping hands away, clutching her wrist protectively as she staggered back up.

“You’ll regret this, Bi-Han,” she spat, eyes full of venom.

She turned sharply on her heel, heels clicking furiously across the tile, and stormed out with her entourage scrambling after her.

The hallway fell silent after Linh disappeared, the sharp echo of her heels fading into nothing.

Slowly, people returned to what they had been doing, pointedly pretending they hadn’t witnessed anything, especially after Bi-Han swept the corridor with a single glare that promised consequences.

Then he turned to you.

The scowl he’d worn moments earlier was gone, replaced by something unreadable. His dark eyes dragged over you, slow and assessing, before settling on your face.

You were tucked into Tomás’ side, his arm resting loosely around your waist as he watched the aftermath with a lazy smirk. Kuai stood nearby, leaning against the wall, arms crossed, amusement and unmistakable pride glinting in his eyes after watching Bi-Han shut her down so mercilessly.

“Think that should be the end of that,” Kuai chuckled, pushing himself off the wall.

Bi-Han exhaled tiredly and stepped closer to you.

“You okay?” he asked quietly.

You swallowed, shoulders lifting in a small shrug. “I—yeah. I’m fine,” you murmured, avoiding his gaze.

Kuai clicked his tongue. “She’s a bit shaken,” he said dryly. “Doesn’t look like she suffered much, aside from the fingerprints on her jaw.”

Bi-Han frowned. He gently grasped your chin, tilting your face up to inspect the faint pink marks left behind.

“Did she do anything else?” he asked, voice low.

“N-no. Just… said things,” you replied softly.

Tomás scoffed. “She always does. That’s her whole personality.”

“She will not be speaking to you again,” Bi-Han said firmly, something dangerous glinting in his eyes. “Ever.”

Your breath hitched, cheeks flushing a soft pink.

Bi-Han paused, thumb brushing lightly along your jaw before he withdrew his hand and shoved it back into his pocket.

“Come on, baby doll,” Kuai smirked, deliberately breaking the moment. “Let’s go eat lunch.”

Tomás hummed in agreement, tugging your waist and starting to pull you along. You blinked, a protest already forming, but he flicked your forehead gently.

“No fighting us today,” he grinned. “You’re eating with us.”

You sighed, letting yourself be dragged down the hallway between them, forced to accept their company.

The rest of the day passed without incident, thankfully. You made it through your remaining classes without a problem, and Linh or any of her minions never showed up again, leaving you blissfully unbothered.

When you stepped outside the building, you froze.

Bi-Han was lounging on his motorcycle, one foot planted on the ground, arms folded, looking like he’d been waiting for someone. He glanced up at the sound of your steps and lifted a hand, motioning you closer. When you approached, he straightened and held out a helmet.

You blinked. “You’re giving me a ride?”

He raised a brow. “Of course. I’m taking you home. Mother wants to see you, remember?”

Recognition flickered across your face, your lips shaping a soft “oh.” You glanced at the bike with quiet dread before giving him a hesitant nod.

Bi-Han chuckled, tugging you closer by the waist as he lowered the helmet over your head.

“I won’t go fast, I promise,” he reassured lightly.

Your heart stuttered at the proximity, at how gently his fingers adjusted the straps under your chin, making sure everything sat just right. Then he shrugged off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders.

“It’s cold,” he murmured. “This will keep you warm.”

You nodded, voice barely above a whisper. “Thank you.”

The ride home was fast but steady, the wind whipping past you as you clung to him, his warmth bleeding through even with the extra layer. When you arrived, his mother was immediately thrilled to see you, insisting you stay for dinner, which you agreed to with a smile.

The boys were out when you arrived, so you found yourself alone in Bi-Han’s room while his mother cooked. You sat on the edge of his bed, watching him from the corner of your eye as he set his things down.

His room was neat. Clean. Sharp. Exactly what you expected of him.

A quiet sigh pulled your gaze back to him just as he began unbuttoning his shirt.

Your breath hitched. Heat rushed to your face as more and more of his sculpted torso came into view. You tore your eyes away, pretending you hadn’t stared.

Bi-Han let out a low chuckle.

A moment later, he was standing in front of you, shirt discarded, fingers gently grasping your chin and turning your face toward him.

He studied you in silence—your lashes, your flushed cheeks, the tremble you tried to hide. Something softened in his expression.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, voice low and certain.

You blinked up at him, “…What?” you barely managed.

He tilted his head, thumb brushing your cheek.

“You’re beautiful,” he repeated.

“I—” you swallowed, eyes darting anywhere but his. “You don’t have to lie, you know?”

Bi-Han frowned, a soft scoff slipping out as his fingers tightened on your chin, thumb gliding across the corner of your mouth.

“You know very well I don’t say things I don’t mean.”

Your lips parted, but nothing came out, too stunned to form a single word.

“You know…” he murmured, voice dipping low, “Linh wasn’t wrong about one thing. Everyone wants something from me. They’ll do anything just to get my attention.”

You stared at him, pulled in by the heat simmering behind his eyes.

“But you…” his tone dropped even lower, “…you never have. You never expected anything from me.”

Your breath caught. “Bi-Han…”

His gaze flicked down to your lips, lingering, then dragging back up with an intensity that twisted your stomach.

“I don’t want her,” he said quietly, honesty hitting harder than anything else. “I’ve never wanted her.”

Your fingers curled into the sheets, breath unsteady.

“I meant what I said to her. I’d always choose you.” His voice left no room for doubt.

“I… why are you telling me this?” you whispered, barely audible.

“Because I want you. And I’m done holding back.”

Your heart stuttered.

“Can’t stop thinking about you,” he confessed, closing his eyes as he rested his forehead against yours. “Want you to be mine. Only mine. I’ve wanted you for so long.”

“Bi-Han…” you breathed.

“I want what I said earlier to be true.” His eyes opened, heavy and dark. “I want to feel you around me… dripping… tight. I want to hear you moan my name. I want to make you feel good.”

You gasped softly as he guided you down into the sheets, his body hovering over yours.

“I want to be the only one who makes you feel good beneath me,” he murmured, nose grazing your jaw as his breath washed over your neck. “And later? I’d treat you like a queen. I just want you to be mine.”

Before you could answer—before anything else could happen—a soft knock sounded at the door.

“Dinner is ready!” his mother called gently.

Bi-Han didn’t move at first, lips hovering over your pulse, his body blanketing yours completely.

Then he exhaled, slow and heavy, pressing a soft kiss to your neck before pulling back. He took in the sight of you flushed and breathless on his bed.

“Let’s go,” he said, voice rough. “Before I skip dinner entirely and enjoy dessert instead.”

He stood, offered his hand, and pulled you up with ease. After changing into something comfortable, he led you downstairs toward the dining room.

You all sat down as their mother fluttered around excitedly, making sure every dish was in place.

Kuai raised a brow at you, leaning back with a sly grin.

“Someone’s red,” he sang under his breath.

Tomás snickered. “Yeah, she looks like she just ran a marathon.”

Your face burned. You grabbed your water and tried to hide behind the glass.

Bi-Han shot both his brothers a sharp glare.

“Eat,” he muttered.

They wisely did the smart thing and shut up.

For about five minutes.

Then Tomás leaned forward, voice low and nosy. “So… what were you two doing before dinner?”

You immediately choked.

Kuai snorted so hard he almost face-planted in his rice.

Bi-Han kicked Tomás under the table with enough force to slide his chair a few inches.

Tomás cursed, gripping his shin while Bi-Han smirked smugly.

“Bi-Han, dear,” their mother admonished gently, giving him a pointed look. “Please don’t hurt your brother.”

“Yes, Mother,” he muttered, leaning back, already satisfied with the damage done.

His mother turned to you next, smiling warmly. “I’m so glad you’re visiting again, dear. It feels like forever. How’s your mother?”

You brightened, falling easily into conversation with her. You started catching up, trading jokes, laughing softly. Kuai and Tomás eventually joined in too, firing questions about your parents and insisting you drag your family over next time.

Dinner ended with full bellies and fuller hearts.

His mother happily waved everyone away, shooing them from the table before rolling up her sleeves to clean.

Kuai and Tomás shuffled off toward the living room, arguing loudly about some video game.

Bi-Han watched them for a moment, before placing his hands on your waist and leaned in, teeth grazing your neck in a soft nip.

“Come,” he murmured, turning away and heading toward the stairs.

You felt your breath catch as you followed him.

His door clicked shut behind you, the lock sliding into place. He leaned back against the door for a moment, eyes dragging over you with a slow, simmering heat like someone dying of thirst finally seeing water.

He pushed off the door and walked toward you, stopping close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from him. His hands lifted, cupping your face with a gentleness that made your breath catch.

“You’re nervous,” he murmured.

You swallowed. “I-I’m not.”

A faint smile touched his mouth. “You are.”

He lowered his face, brushing his nose against yours. “It’s okay.”

“Bi-Han…” you whispered, hands hovering uselessly, unsure where to put them as your heart pounded.

“You have no idea,” he said softly, thumbs stroking your cheeks, “how long I’ve wanted you.”

Your fingers curled into his shirt on instinct, your body reacting before your mind could catch up.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, then your temple, then your cheek. His lips followed the line of your jaw until he reached the corner of your mouth.

Your breath hitched, lips parting in anticipation.

He paused there, letting the moment stretch, then leaned in to place a soft kiss on the tip of your nose.

“Please…” you whispered, barely audible.

He exhaled at the sound and finally claimed your lips, pulling you flush against him as he learned the shape and softness of your mouth.

You melted into him, your lips yielding under his, warm and plush. His tongue traced lightly against them, tasting you, and a low groan rumbled out of him at the sweetness of it.

The kiss deepened, his hunger showing in the way he pulled you closer, savoring every second. You wrapped your arms around his neck, shivering at the intensity as he nipped at your bottom lip, making you gasp just enough for him to slide his tongue against yours again, taking your mouth with a quiet, possessive need.

You let out a soft, helpless sound, your body instinctively leaning into him.

“Easy,” he murmured against your lips, stealing another slow kiss that made your pulse stumble. He walked backward until the back of his legs hit the bed, sitting and pulling you into his lap like he’d been waiting years to do it.

His hands slid along your thighs, warm and deliberate, before gliding up to your waist and drawing you even closer.

He kissed from your mouth to your jaw, then down to the spot just beneath your ear.

“You don’t know how insane you’re driving me,” he rasped, voice low and tight with restraint.

“Bi-han…” you whispered, shivering.

“Hm?” he hummed, his lips brushing your neck, the smallest nip pulling another tiny gasp from you.

You squirmed involuntarily, heat curling through your stomach.

“Tell me what you want,” he said, pulling back just enough to see your face. His eyes were heavy, fixed on every detail of you.

“I… want you…” you breathed, gaze dropping in embarrassment.

“Look at me,” he said softly but with command.

You forced your eyes up, meeting his stare.

“Say it again. Don’t look away.”

You swallowed. “I want you… please.”

His lips curved, slow and satisfied. “Good girl.”

He gripped your hips and pulled you down against the hardness beneath you, guiding your body along his. You gasped at the pressure, moving without thinking, and he groaned softly, hands tightening to help you repeat the motion.

You buried your face in his neck, overwhelmed.

“Don’t hide from me,” he murmured, thumb brushing your side. “Let me see you.”

You whined quietly, shaking your head, but pressed a shy kiss to his throat.

He inhaled sharply at the touch.

Then he shifted, gripping your waist and flipping you beneath him in one smooth motion. The mattress dipped under his weight as he hovered over you, eyes roaming your flushed face like he was memorizing every detail.

“Mine,” he murmured, the word low and certain.

He leaned down, capturing your lips again—slower, deeper, savoring you like he planned to take his time.

“If we start, I intend to treat you the way you deserve,” he breathed against your lips, hips rolling gently into yours. His nose skimmed your cheek, voice low and steady. “I’m going to take my time with you. I’ll go slow, make you feel good. Is that okay?”

You nodded quickly, breath catching, eyes hazy as you looked up at him.

“I need words, baby,” he murmured, thumb brushing your jaw. “Tell me you want this.”

“Bi-Han… I want you. Please… m-make love to me.”

His breath stilled for a moment before he exhaled softly, the tension in his shoulders melting into something warm and aching. He undressed you both with deliberate care, kissing along your skin as each layer fell away. Every inch of you received a quiet praise, a whispered devotion, his lips lingering wherever your breath hitched.

He pressed soft nips into your thighs, leaving faint pink marks, slowly guiding them apart as he settled between them. He lifted your legs onto his shoulders before leaning in, placing a gentle kiss to your clit, then drawing it into his mouth, tongue moving tender and slow.

Your hips jolted, thighs clamping around his head as pleasure surged through you.

A hand flew up to your mouth to stifle the moan spilling out of you, the other tangling instinctively in his hair.

Bi-Han groaned softly as he tasted you, licking you with a deliberate, almost reverent rhythm, savoring each shiver rolling through your body. His hands squeezed and stroked your thighs as they trembled around him, keeping you open for the slow, loving attention he gave you.

Your hips twitched against his mouth, grinding helplessly as he ate you like he meant to devour every drop you gave him.

His tongue moved in slow, deliberate strokes, sliding up and down your slick heat before circling your clit with a tenderness that made your breath stutter. His hands tightened around your hips, guiding the motion, groaning softly each time more of your arousal coated his tongue.

“Bi-Han… Ahh…” you moaned, voice thin and trembling, biting your lip to keep the sound from spilling too loudly. “Please… need you…”

His eyes flicked up at you, dark and intent, never pulling his mouth from your core. He drew your clit into his mouth again as he slid a finger to your entrance, pushing it in gently, slow enough to match the softness in his gaze. He stroked inside you at a careful pace, letting you open around him.

You clenched down instantly, mewling as his finger curled up and found your sweetest spot. You tugged his locks softly as your head tipped back into the sheets, breath coming out in shaky, uneven pants.

He eased in another finger, watching your face twist in pleasure as you opened around him. Hunger flashed in his eyes when he pushed deeper, his thumb circling your clit in slow, deliberate strokes.

He drew his hand back just enough to see your arousal glisten across his fingers, licking his lips clean while his gaze dropped to where his hand was working you open.

He gently caught your wrist and pulled it away from your mouth. “Don’t hide those pretty sounds from me. I want to hear you.”

You shook your head, hips jerking when his fingers brushed your sweet spot again. “T-too loud…” you gasped, another moan slipping free despite your efforts.

“So what? You’re mine. Let them hear.” His voice dropped into something warm and possessive.

“Bi-Han…!” you breathed, swatting weakly at his arm. “Don’t— your mother is still here.”

His eyes flicked toward the clock, then back to you with a slow, confident smirk. “She’s out right now. So go on… be loud for me.”

He pushed a third finger in, curling them right into the place that made your vision spark white. A loud moan tore out of your throat before you could stop it.

“Good girl,” he breathed, biting his lip as he watched you unravel. “Just like that. Don’t stop. Let me hear all of it.”

Your walls clenched rhythmically around his fingers, each pulse pulling more sounds from your lips no matter how hard you tried to swallow them down.

“Bi-Han— please… I’m so close,” you whined.

“That’s it. Fall apart for me, sweet girl,” he murmured, leaning down to claim your mouth.

You moaned into the kiss as you came, nails scraping lightly at his shoulders while his fingers kept moving just enough to guide you through it. When it became too much, you squeezed your thighs around his wrist, stopping him with a shaky breath before pulling him back down for another kiss.

“Take me… please,” you whispered against his lips. “I want to feel you. All of you. Make me yours.”

Bi-Han inhaled sharply, your words hitting him like a physical blow. “Woman…” he muttered, resting his forehead against your collarbone for a moment as he steadied himself. “You’re playing a dangerous game talking to me like that.”

He straightened, withdrawing his fingers and bringing them to his mouth, sucking them clean with a soft, hungry hum. His other hand slid beneath your thigh, guiding your legs open for him.

“You taste sweet, Little Ghost,” he murmured, licking the last traces from his knuckles. Then his expression softened, stilling as his eyes locked with yours. “Do you still want this?”

“Yes,” you whispered, trembling as you cupped his jaw. “I want you. Only you.”

He kissed your palm, nodding once.

“Then let me make you mine properly.”

He leaned over you, lifting your thighs to wrap around his waist. His tip pressed against your entrance, sliding slowly through your slick before he began to ease inside. His breath hitched, a low sound catching in his throat as your warmth welcomed him in.

“Fuck…” he breathed, sinking into you until he was fully sheathed.

Your lips parted on a soft, breathless sound as your nails dug into his back. The stretch burned in the sweetest way, stealing the air from your lungs.

“You feel so good…” you whispered, arms winding around him, face buried in the warm curve of his neck. He grunted in response, holding perfectly still to let you adjust.

“You okay?” he murmured, hand stroking your side in slow circles.

“Yes… more than okay,” you breathed, giving your hips a tentative roll. The two of you moaned at the same time, the pleasure hitting both of you like a jolt.

He began to move, deep and slow, each thrust sinking into you fully, deliberately, savoring every inch of you.

“Damn…” he huffed, voice rough. “You’re perfect. So, so perfect.”

You clenched around him, whining softly as his words rippled through you.

He chuckled under his breath, “Yeah? You like when I tell you that? When I tell you how perfect you are for me?”

You squeezed your legs around him, whining shyly as you hid your face from him. “Bi-Han… stop.”

His grin was audible. He shifted onto his knees, tilting your hips up. The new angle had you gasping, back arching as he slid even deeper.

His hands caressed up your sides with a reverence that made your chest tighten. “No,” he murmured, soft moans spilling from him as he watched you take him. “I think you want me to keep going.”

His palm cupped your breast, thumb rolling your nipple gently. “It turns you on, doesn’t it? Hearing what you do to me,” he panted. “You love that I’m giving you all my attention.”

His hips snapped deeper, dragging another arch from your spine.

“You love how desperate you make me,” he groaned, head tipping back as his control slipped. “How I can’t stop shaking because of how good you feel.”

His pace deepened, erratic with need. Soft, breathy sounds escaped him—half-moans, half-grunts—as his hands roamed your body like he was committing every line of you to memory.

Your face burned, his words unraveling you as quickly as his thrusts did. Your fingers wrapped around his arm, dragging him closer.

“Bi-Han—! Please—”

Your voice broke, your body tightening as your high rushed up fast, unstoppable.

“Good…” he groaned, leaning down and covering your body with his. “Fuck, I can’t stop touching you. You were made for me. Only me.”

Your breath hitched as he thrust harder, the bed creaking beneath you.

“You’ve ruined me,” he rasped against your ear. “I can’t even think about pulling out of this pussy.”

A sharp thrust punched a cry from you, your legs hiking higher around his waist, ankles locking behind him.

His laugh was breathless, wrecked. “See? Even you want to keep me in you—keep me deep so everyone knows you’re mine.”

He pulled your leg tighter around his hip and kissed you fiercely, swallowing your moans.

Your nails dragged down his back as your body seized, pleasure snapping through you so intensely your vision blurred.

“Don’t— don’t stop!” you cried, tugging his hair, voice cracking. “I’m yours—only yours—please— Bi-Han—!”

Your words dragged a broken moan from him.

“You’re perfect,” he panted, losing himself completely. “So perfect. You’re mine.”

He thrust deep and stayed there, hips locking as he spilled inside you, each pulse heavy, each breath caught on a groan.

“I love you, woman,” he moaned, grinding his hips into you, making sure you took every last drop of his release.

You whimpered, tugging him down and kissing him sweetly through the fading sparks of pleasure. “I love you too,” you panted.

You stayed like that—bodies pressed together, sharing slow, lingering kisses—until the high gently ebbed from your limbs.

Then came a knock.

“As hot as hearing you two was, Mom’s about to get home from yoga, so you better start cleaning up,” Tomás called through the door, laughter trailing behind the words.

Bi-Han closed his eyes, exhaling through his nose. “Fuck off.”

More laughter drifted away with receding footsteps.

He sighed again, softer this time, his hand smoothing over your hips before he leaned down and kissed you once more—slow, unhurried, savoring you.

You melted into it, arms wrapping around his neck as your fingers slid into his hair. Your lips curled into a small smile, and you deliberately clenched around him just to hear the sound it dragged from his throat.

He groaned, low and helpless, eyes narrowing at you before he rolled his hips once more, his half-hard length stirring back to life. He pushed in just a little deeper, savoring your soft moan, before forcing himself to still.

“Let’s get cleaned up,” he murmured, voice warm and wrecked. “Before I take you again…”

Your cheeks warmed instantly, a shy smile tugging at your lips. “…Round two in the shower?”

Bi-Han’s smirk was downright sinful. “Good thinking, Little Ghost. Come here.”

Your giggles echoed down the hallway as he scooped you up and carried you toward the bathroom