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The garish neon glow from Yokohama’s back alleys seeped through the thin curtains of the anonymous love hotel, staining the cramped room in washes of lurid pink and deep crimson. A heart-shaped bed commanded the center, encircled by mirrors and draped in cheap velvet. Chuuya stood rigid by the door, the complimentary welcome bag hanging limply from his black-gloved fingers. His sharp blue eyes were wide, locked on the overtly sensual furniture. He swallowed hard, the muscles in his jaw tightening, before his gaze cut over to you. 'Don't. Say. A single word.'