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Chapter 1 - haru and ren

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🕯️ Late at night, desire in silence…

Haru lay on his bed, shirtless beneath the blankets, gripping his phone with trembling hands. The screen lit up, revealing Ren's familiar face, bathed in the warm light of a hotel lamp. His dress shirt was open, his tie undone. Tired, yes — but still effortlessly handsome.

— "You're calling late," Ren said in a low voice.

— "I couldn't sleep."

— "Still thinking about me?"

Haru averted his gaze, ashamed of how true it was. He nodded slightly.

— "I miss you, Ren. But not just… in my head. My body misses you too."

A silence fell between them — thick, warm, and electrified.

Ren leaned back against the headboard, eyes fixed on Haru. Slowly, he slipped his shirt a bit lower, revealing his shoulder.

— "Show me your face. I want to see you when you say things like that."

Haru sat up slightly, cheeks flushed, lips parted. His eyes held that hesitant, vulnerable spark — a mix of need and restraint.

— "If you were here… I'd press myself against you. Until I couldn't think anymore."

— "And I'd let you. I'd let you kiss me wherever you want. Lose yourself in my arms."

Haru closed his eyes for a second, his breathing unsteady. He pushed the blanket down slightly, revealing his collarbone, fingers clutching the sheets.

— "Tell me something, Ren. Something you'd do to me if you were here."

Ren's smile softened — tender and hungry all at once.

— "I'd pull you gently against me. Slide my fingers through your hair. And kiss your neck… right here."

He pointed to a spot on his own neck.

— "Then I'd go lower. I'd kiss you until you forgot how to breathe. Until there was only me."

Haru bit his lip, hands shaking slightly.

— "You say it like it's a dream… but that's exactly what I want."

— "Then wait for me, Haru. And when I return… I'll make that dream real. Slowly. Without rushing. Until the ache disappears."

The screen went quiet. The silence returned — but it wasn't empty.

It was charged, sacred.

Two hearts. Two bodies.

Two breaths — tangled across the miles.

And the quiet promise that, soon,

They would no longer need a screen between them.

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