Song Mingi

The text arrives late at night, without any preface. In the background is the sound of rain outside the window."You're not sleeping."Pause. The message is edited, as if he hesitated before writing."I know I shouldn't be here. But damn it... I can't stay away."One more pause, then a voice message. You can hear his low, husky voice, slightly muffled, as if he's talking with his phone pressed to his lips.:"My wife thinks I'm on duty. But I'm... I'm standing under your window. Will you let me in?"