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Heeey what is up my guy. I literally listened to this exact song when writing this soooo, yk it's good when the weeknd is involved. Hope y'all like this cuz I lowkey wanted smut here but I was like... naaaah chill man.

Also if you've watched the movie 'the idea of you' imagine this chapter as the kiss scene in that movie. Damn Nicholas galatzine is so foin the way he did that bro.

Anyhoo, DESIRE:UNLEASHED FUUUUUUCCKK. DAMN that album is gonna be so good I can feel it in my bones.

Tysm for 500 readssssss wooo. I love y'all sm.

New book coming soon btw

My tt: enharizzlerrr

Love y'all, deuces mwah<3

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Play this song while you read this.

《What you need- the weeknd》~

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The city lights bled through the penthouse windows, neon reds and blues reflecting off the glass walls. The air was thick—warm, electric, pulsing with the low bass from the speakers. The scent of whiskey and something sweeter lingered between them.

Hyeon ju leaned against the marble countertop, breath steady, fingers gripping the edge like it was the only thing keeping her grounded.

But then there was him.

Ni-ki stood inches away, eyes dark, half-lidded, a lazy smirk playing on his lips like he already knew how this night was going to end. He always did.

"Your here " he murmured, voice smooth, dragging over her skin like a slow burn.

She exhaled, tilting her chin up, refusing to let him see how much that simple fact affected her. "Don’t flatter yourself. I didn’t come for you, I came cuz I was bored."

He chuckled, stepping closer, his hand grazing her hip—light, teasing, a warning. "You always end up right here, with me even if you tell yourself I'm not what you need."

Hyeon ju hated how true that was.

Ni-ki reached up, his fingers brushing along her jaw, tilting her face toward his. The world outside blurred, faded, until there was only the heat between them—the kind that burned slow, that wrecked you in ways you never recovered from.

Then his lips were on hers, and nothing else mattered.

The kiss was deep, hungry, laced with every unspoken word they refused to say. His hands roamed—gripping, pulling, dragging her against him until there was no space left between them.

Hyeon ju moaned softly, the sound swallowed by his mouth as he backed her against the cool glass of the window. The contrast sent a shiver down her spine. His hands slid under the hem of her dress, fingers pressing into her thighs, his touch possessive, claiming.

"You love this," he whispered against her lips, voice thick, dangerous. "The way I ruin you and fuck with your head."

She pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, her breath uneven, pupils blown.

"You don’t own me, Ni-ki."

His smirk deepened, his hands tightening around her waist, pulling her back into the fire.

"Not yet."

Once again, he took her lips in his, kissing her hungrily with desire. He really was what she needed. He was always what she needed, she just couldn't bring herself to admit that.

"What do you want me to do to you sweetheart?"

She breathed out, swallowing her pride before she spoke, the lust getting to her.

"Violate me, dont let anything stop you, not even me."