The morning air was sultry, thick with jasmine and salt. Tyrone stood on the villa balcony, shirtless, sipping…
The morning sun spilled through the forest canopy, casting golden stripes across Jack Johnson’s workbench as he shaved…
It had been nearly a week since the last visitor. Jack had split his time between deep woods…
The soft click of the door closing echoed like a gunshot in Daniel’s ears. His fingers lingered on the handle…
The atmosphere in Tyrone’s penthouse had shifted. Thick with heat. Heavy with tension. The lights were low. Not…