The morning air was sultry, thick with jasmine and salt. Tyrone stood on the villa balcony, shirtless, sipping black coffee, watching Daniel stretch by the pool below. Daniel’s body had changed in subtle ways since they’d arrived. Tighter. Leaner. More…

I want you to imagine my stiletto heel pressing down on your chest. Not hard enough to kill, no—just enough to remind you that I could. Got it open? Good. Now, tell me: how much do you have? …That’s it?…

The sun had dipped low behind the hills, casting the valley in a golden haze as Jack stood at the edge of his shop, sweat clinging to his bare chest. He watched the dust trail behind Delilah and her mother’s…

Morning arrived like a slow tide of regret and confusion. The air in the estate was thick with what had transpired the night before. Maddie lay tangled in warm silk sheets, Vanessa to her left, Celeste to her right—both of…

Tyrone and Daniel touched down in Cartagena on a Thursday morning, the coastal heat washing over them the moment the jet doors opened. The villa—rented discreetly through a private contact—sat above the old city, hidden behind a wall of flowering…