The rooftop had always been their sanctuary, high above the city where the hum of neon lights replaced voices, and the wind carried secrets only they could share. Mushi had never imagined how dangerous desire could feel, how a glance, a touch, a whisper could uncoil his heart and bind it irrevocably to another.
Nagasaki had appeared as if summoned by fate itself, tall, magnetic, with blue eyes that pierced deeper than any truth Mushi had known. There was a dominance in his presence that made Mushi tremble, yet a quiet promise that left him craving surrender. From the first touch, first glance, their lives twisted into an orbit of obsession and longing that neither could escape.
In the shadows of their school, beneath the glow of rain-slicked rooftops, they discovered that love could be consuming, obsession could be intoxicating, and surrender could be inevitable.
This was their world. And there would be no turning back.