Levi chuckled darkly, fingers tracing a slow line down Jaceon's neck to the buttons of his shirt. "Then let's raise the stakes."
He sat back slightly, straddling Jaceon, fingers still teasing the edge of his shirt. "Next level of the game," he said, breathless but composed. "Now it's no longer just about choices… it's about dares."
Jaceon's eyes glinted. "I like the sound of that."
"Good," Levi whispered, bending forward until his lips brushed Jaceon's ear. "Then here's your first dare…"
He leaned back to look into his eyes. "Take off my shirt… slowly. And if your hands tremble, I win."
Jaceon grinned, "I never lose when it comes to touching you."
With deliberate grace, Jaceon's fingers reached for Levi's shirt. He undid the buttons one by one, eyes locked with Levi's the entire time. No shaking. No hesitation. Only heat.
Levi bit back a groan as the cool air touched his bare chest, but he didn't let up. "Impressive. My turn."
He leaned in, lips ghosting over Jaceon's, but not kissing. "I dare you… to let me pin you down completely. No words. No moves. Just feel."
Jaceon swallowed, heart pounding. "Is that even a dare? Sounds like a reward."
Levi wasted no time. In one swift motion, he pinned Jaceon's hands above his head, their bodies flush. His mouth found the hollow of Jaceon's neck again, and he kissed, licked, and teased until Jaceon was writhing beneath him, breathless, wanting.
"You still playing?" Levi whispered.
"Always," Jaceon moaned.
"Then let's finish this round," Levi said, releasing his grip but not the tension. "Last question…"
He pulled back just enough for dramatic effect.
President Levi leans in for the final move. What does Secretary Jaceon do?
A. Submit and whisper "I'm yours."
B. Flip Levi back and say "Not yet, President."
C. Pull him in closer and say "No more games."
Jaceon's lips brushed against Levi's, eyes burning with something deeper—want, yes, but something emotional… vulnerable.
"I choose…" he whispered, wrapping his arms tightly around Levi's waist. "C. No more games."
Levi's heart skipped.
No more teasing.
No more pretending.
No more rules.
He kissed Jaceon deeply, fully, like he had been waiting for that moment all his life. And for the first time since their dangerous game began, it didn't feel like a battle of dominance… it felt like surrender. Mutual. Honest. Raw.
And as they melted into each other under the soft city lights, the president and the secretary were no longer players on opposite sides.
They were two kings, collapsing their wall.
Jaceon didn't break eye contact as he rose from the couch, his arms sliding under Levi effortlessly. He lifted him like he weighed nothing, holding him close against his chest. Levi's arms instinctively wrapped around Jaceon's neck, their foreheads resting together as they both smiled—sly, breathless, and burning with desire.
As Jaceon carried him down the hall toward the bedroom, Levi murmured against his ear, voice heavy with teasing warmth, "I never imagined a demon could be this romantic… Tell me, Jaceon… are you a lust demon or something?"
Jaceon chuckled, his voice low and rich. "Would it scare you if I said yes?" he whispered.
Levi smirked. "No. But it would explain a lot…"
Jaceon laughed again, kicking the bedroom door open with his foot, then gently laying Levi down on the vast, king-sized bed. The moonlight poured through the tall windows, painting silver light across Levi's bare skin. His eyes shimmered—soft, vulnerable, yet filled with undeniable hunger.
Jaceon hovered over him, brushing the hair from Levi's face. "Then tonight… consider yourself possessed," he whispered, before leaning in and kissing him deeply, hungrily.
That night, passion became poetry.
Every touch, every kiss, every sigh between them was tender but desperate, like they were trying to write love on each other's skin. Clothes disappeared like forgotten worries. Breath hitched. Skin burned. And their moans were swallowed by the dark, as if the night itself wanted to keep their secret.
In each other's arms, they weren't president and secretary.
They weren't men with titles, roles, or haunted pasts.
They were just two souls, aching to be seen… to be held… to be wanted.
When it was over, Levi laid curled against Jaceon's chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart. Jaceon ran his fingers through Levi's hair lazily, like he never wanted the moment to end.
They didn't speak of the world outside, of responsibilities, of danger, of expectations.
They just breathed.
Together.
Safe.
Loved.
For the first time in forever, Levi fell asleep without anxiety whispering in his ears. And for the first time in his life, Jaceon held someone like he'd never let them go.
That night, their problems didn't matter.
That night, they didn't just sleep together…
They lived together.
Even if just for a night.
In the morning...
The first light of dawn filtered softly through the curtains, casting a golden hue across the spacious bedroom. Birds chirped quietly outside, the world gently stirring to life—but inside the mansion, peace reigned.
Jaceon stirred first. He sat up, the sheets cascading off his bare torso, and looked over at Levi—curled up, breathing slowly, face soft in sleep. A rare sight, one Jaceon felt honored to witness. He smiled, leaning over to press a kiss to Levi's forehead.
Then, careful not to wake him, Jaceon slipped out of bed, pulled on a loose robe, and stepped out. He walked to the kitchen and called the maids, who blinked in surprise but quickly obeyed as he said, "Let's make something special for him. Something he'll never forget."
And they did. The air filled with the aroma of buttered croissants, scrambled eggs, honey-glazed bacon, and fresh coffee. Jaceon worked with focus and care, flipping pancakes like a pro, a boyish grin lighting up his face each time he imagined Levi's reaction.
Back in the bedroom, Levi stirred. His nose twitched. He blinked his eyes open slowly, catching the scent wafting into the room.
"…Bacon?" he whispered with a sleepy smile, then sat up and stretched. His heart felt full. Light. Different.
He looked around the elegant room, then down at the sheets that still carried the warmth of last night. It wasn't a dream.
He ran a hand through his hair, chuckling softly to himself.
"This is real…" he murmured. "This is really happening."
A wave of emotion passed through him—not fear, not doubt, but joy. Pure, unshakable joy.
For so long, Levi had believed that love like this only belonged to the world of fantasies. He had lived cautiously, silently, hiding pieces of himself in dark corners just to survive. But now? He wasn't afraid.
Not of whispers.
Not of judgment.
Not of the world turning its back on him.
Because for the first time, he had something worth holding onto.
He stood and wrapped the robe around him, stepping toward the scent of breakfast. His mind raced with thoughts—but his heart was calm.
"This… this is the kind of love I'd watch the world burn for," he thought.
"No one can take this from me. Not now. Not ever."
When he reached the kitchen, Jaceon turned around with a grin, holding a plate like a proud husband.
"Good morning, my president," he said, eyes gleaming. "Breakfast is served."
Levi couldn't help it—he laughed, rushed to him, and kissed him right there in the middle of the kitchen.
And as the maids politely turned away with smiles, the two men shared a look.
One that said: Let the world talk. Let them stare. This is ours—and it's beautiful.
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