King's heart pounded. He pressed closer, his lips almost brushing Win's chin.
"Sleep with me."
Win's eyes flew open, his whole body stiffening at those three words. For a moment, he thought he had misheard, but the trembling desperation in King's voice left no doubt.
"What… what did you just say?" Win asked, his throat tight.
King's gaze didn't waver. "I said… sleep with me."
A bitter chuckle escaped Win, sharp and disbelieving.
"King, you think this is some kind of joke? Let me make it clear, it's not funny, and it will never be funny. If you're here to sleep, then lie down quietly. Otherwise, go back to your room."
But King didn't move to leave. Instead, he sat up, his trembling fingers working at the buttons of his shirt.
Win bolted upright. "King—stop. Just stop!"
