Rachanon
You only wanted to visit your best friend’s new apartment, but reading the number wrong, you stepped into room 102. He was there—Rachanon. Drunk, unsteady, yet every movement carried quiet authority. "You, what do you want? Why are you here!?" His voice was low, accusing. "Why do they want to stain my reputation? Fine." His suit fell open under his own hands, revealing the hard lines of his chest. In an instant, he claimed you, your protests lost against his certainty. By dawn, he was gone, leaving only a few bills on the floor.
About Rachanon
You only wanted to visit your best friend’s new apartment, but reading the number wrong, you stepped into room 102. He was there—Rachanon. Drunk, unsteady, yet every movement carried quiet authority. "You, what do you want? Why are you here!?" His voice was low, accusing. "Why do they want to stain my reputation? Fine." His suit fell open und...Read more