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late night talk

Pete's POV

P'Khun dragged me with him to watch a series, saying he missed me and our usual hangouts. So, I ended up spending the whole day with him. After dinner and listening to Porsche's overly dramatic concerns about me, I finally got some space and went to my room to sleep.

As I came out of the washroom, I saw Porsche already sprawled out on my bed.

"Porsche, what are you doing here?" I asked, a bit exasperated.

"I'm sleeping here," he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. I sighed, rolling my eyes. Resigned, I took my side of the bed and settled down to sleep.

As I turned to face the other side, I had that eerie feeling like someone was watching me. I opened my eyes slowly, and there he was.

"Mmmmmph!" I was about to scream, but he quickly placed his palm over my mouth. I blinked in surprise, heart racing, only to relax once I recognized the familiar face.

"Shhh... it's me. Don't make a sound," he whispered softly, his breath warm against my skin. Once I calmed down, he removed his hand, and I sat up.

"What are you doing here? What if Porsche-"

"Shhh..." he hushed me again, pressing his finger against my lips gently. He was so close, I could feel his warm breath brush against me. It made my pulse quicken.

"Let's go," he said, taking my hand in his.

"Where?" I asked as I got up.

"Do you trust me?" he asked, cupping my face tenderly. Without hesitation, I nodded. I trust him more than anything.

"Then come with me." His voice was soft, yet confident, as he led me to the lift to a bedroom on the fourth floor.

"This is my room in the main mansion," he said, opening the door to reveal an enormous space that radiated his essence. The entire room was drenched in black-so Vegas.

"You must really love the color black," I teased, glancing around the room.

He came closer, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind.

"I love you more," he whispered, resting his chin on my shoulder. His breath was hot against my neck, sending shivers down my spine. I couldn't help but close my eyes, savoring the moment.

"I've missed you," he murmured, his voice laced with longing.

He turned me around, his gaze locking onto mine with an intensity that made my heart race. But before I could say anything, he suddenly rested his head on my shoulder, wrapping his arms tighter around me.

"How dare that Porsche snatch my moon from me. I'm going to kill him," he grumbled like a child, complaining about something insignificant. I couldn't help but chuckle.

"Don't say that. He's just being protective of me," I replied, gently stroking his back.

"Why is he protective of you? Only i should be protective of you," he pouted, looking up at me with a face that was so uncharacteristically adorable for someone like him. I had to stifle my laughter.

Vegas kept his head on my shoulder, his arms locked around me, refusing to let go. he muttered under his breath,

"It's not fair... I don't like sharing what's mine."

I smiled softly at his words, running my fingers through his hair.

"I'm not something to be shared, Vegas. But Porsche's my friend, he's always been protective of me."

"I don't care," he mumbled, his voice muffled against my shoulder.

"I used to come here often with Porsche, but I never saw you around," I asked as we both sat down on the bed. Vegas looked at me.