The city slept beneath them. The skyline was a sea of lights, shimmering through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Tyrone’s penthouse. Daniel sat in silence on the leather chaise near the glass, still shirtless, hands trembling slightly in his lap. He…

The soft click of the door closing echoed like a gunshot in Daniel’s ears. His fingers lingered on the handle for a moment longer than they should have, his skin warm, sweaty, pulse thudding violently in his throat. He hadn’t meant to…

The cabin was quiet again, the evening sun casting long golden rays through the tall pine trees. Jack stood shirtless at the workbench, arms flexing as he planed a fresh slab of cedar. The scent of sawdust mixed with his…

The scent of espresso and sweat still clung to the sheets when Tyrone rose, slow and deliberate, the early sun painting gold across his inked skin. Daniel and Rook were still asleep—twisted in his sheets, marked, satisfied, submissive. Tyrone stood…

The atmosphere in Tyrone’s penthouse had shifted. Thick with heat. Heavy with tension. The lights were low. Not off, just dim enough to bathe the space in deep bronze shadows that slid across the floor like molten desire. Tyrone stood…