Late at night, I felt his arm tighten around my waist. He buried his face against my back, holding me so tightly. I deliberately twisted my waist, as if trying to break free from him. Slowly, the clothes on my back began to cling to me, sending shivers down my spine... “Don’t move...” he murmured, his voice muffled and indistinct. “Please, don’t move...” I stopped and turned around, staring blankly at the man. His face was streaked with tears, and he was still trying to bury his face even lower,
