Shadow Sewing

“Gyul, I love that you have nothing.” I’m a fucking beggar. A beggar who truly has nothing, who can’t even manage a single meal without Das. “I hope you continue to have nothing forever. Only me.” Das’s voice, murmuring low and soft, sounded especially good today. I already have nothing but Das, but it seems even he doesn’t know that. “It’s terrifying when you talk to other people. Smiling at them casually, goddamn, it’s fucking terrifying… How many people have you talked to casually besides me until now….” My hair curled and uncurled repeatedly around the ring on Das’s finger. “Every time I think like that, I want to fuck you right in front of the people you’ve exchanged glances and w...