Chapter 10.4
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Woojin opened his eyes. He had a bad dream. Frowning, he abruptly sat up. He threw off the blanket and was about to get out of bed when he stopped, noticing the figure lying beside him.
Haewon had fallen asleep after enduring him all night, taking it until the very end before breaking down into sobs and gasping for air.
Moon Haewon was a violinist. His performance carried the depth and energy of a serpent that had lived for a hundred years, with exquisite technique and delicate expressiveness. When he was fully immersed in his music, his face became so sensual that it made the lower body throb.
Moon Haewon had the most preferred appearance out of everyone Woojin had ever encountered. His personality, however, was unpredictable—impossible to pin down.
He had met many beautiful people, but none had ever aligned so perfectly with both his external and internal preferences like Moon Haewon. If someone looked good, their mind was empty, making conversation unbearable. If their inner world was fascinating, they would be so consumed by a singular obsession that their appearance would fail to arouse any desire. Woojin was well aware of his own fastidious taste.
There had never been another like Moon Haewon, who was exactly to his liking both in looks and essence. Whether dressed or undressed, he fit Woojin’s tastes perfectly. Their encounters always exceeded expectations, leaving him deeply satisfied.
Those arrogant eyes that stared people down, the pale skin, the long, slender neck, the smooth body that compelled him to touch—it was all to his taste. And above all, those fingers, the ones that danced across the violin’s fingerboard, producing sounds that directly struck the lower body—those fingers, just fingers, had the power to arouse him.
He had approached Haewon because of Lee Taeshin’s case, but soon enough, indulging in someone who so perfectly fit his preferences became reason enough to continue the relationship.
Woojin had tamed him like a wild colt. And Haewon, without even realizing Woojin’s involvement, had willingly become his.
It was fortunate that Haewon’s officetel was located close to the prosecutor’s office.
Woojin checked his wristwatch. 6:05 AM. He had a meeting at seven, but the sight of Haewon lying naked in bed made all thoughts of work evaporate. Even though he knew better, he spread Haewon’s legs apart. His long, lean legs parted in an obscene display.