"Ohhh X-Xylon… wait, I n-need air…”The sultry moan echoed, followed by a choked gasp and the sound of silk sheets rustling.Iona’s eyes snapped open, her pulse hammering—not with desire, but with sheer, suffocating frustration.The walls in this house were supposed to be thick—built for silence—yet somehow, she heard everything. Every gasp, every sigh, every sinful sound that made her chest tighten with irritation.She knew Xylon was doing this on purpose. He wanted her to hear.Another moan. A deep, satisfied chuckle.She clenched her thighs, her fists, her patience.He’s doing this on purpose.Iona had enough.Throwing the blanket aside, she stormed across the hall, shoving his bedroom door open. Xylon—half-naked, a smirk carved on his lips—leaned against the headboard.His dark eyes flicked to her. Amused. Unbothered. Waiting.“Couldn’t sleep?” His voice was all silk and sin.She met his gaze, eyes steady. “Fine. I’ll do it. I’ll be your fuck buddy.”His smirk deepened, but she had already turned away. Game over.