The clock beside the bed read 02:25 AM in digital green, cutting through the dimness of the early morning that filled the room. The curtains hung open, allowing a view over Seoul's nightlife. He usually drew them before bed, but he had been admittedly too enraptured with tearing his husband’s clothes off.

Beside him, Minseok rolled onto his back. He sighed in his sleep, and Lu Han wanted to cry at the blatant ease and comfort his husband felt sharing the same bed. He probably didn’t know about the gun beneath the mattress or knives behind the headboard, all within easy reach.

Lu Han slipped out of bed and began to dress. He had to time this right.

He tugged his gun from beneath the mattress, watching his husband’s profile for any signs of distress or waking. Seeing none, he grabbed his pillow and rounded the bed to the side Minseok slept on. His shadow cut across the man’s throat and slithered up his boyish face. He always looked even younger while asleep.

Covering the end of the gun barrel with the pillow, Lu Han gently eased it over Minseok’s face.