Chapter: Chapter 6I handed the phone over without another word. Marcus took it, turned it face-down on the counter, and walked out of the kitchen. A minute later I heard the heavy click of a metal case shutting somewhere near the front hall, followed by the soft scrape of a key turning in a lock.The house felt weird without the phone. Not empty—just quiet in a way that made every small sound stand out. The refrigerator hummed. A floorboard upstairs settled. My own breathing seemed too loud. I stood bare-chested in the kitchen, still holding the spatula I’d grabbed out of habit, and stared at the empty spot on the counter where the phone had been. Three weeks of messages, pictures, late-night commands—all of it locked away inside something I couldn’t reach.Marcus came back carrying a thick folder and a laptop. He set everything on the dining table, sat down, and opened the laptop without looking at me. The blue light of the screen lit the side of his face. He started reading, turning pages slowly, mak
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Chapter: Chapter 5Whenever we are alone in this house, you will not wear a shirt, every logical part of my brain told me to laugh it off, to put the phone back in my pocket, to draw a firm boundary but the reality of Marcus standing just outside the threshold his sheer physical presence dominating every inch of the house made all my logic evaporate.Slowly, with trembling fingers, I reached for the hem of my t-shirt. I pulled it over my head and set it on the barstool beside me, the cool air hit my bare chest instantly, causing my skin to break out in sharp goosebumps.A heavy footstep sounded behind me, i didn't turn around, but I could feel him there. Marcus walked into the kitchen with a slow, measured stride, he didn't say a word at first, he just stood a few paces behind me, his dark, heavy gaze dragging over my exposed back, my shoulder blades, and the line of my spine, the intensity of his focus felt like a physical weight pressing down on me."Good," Marcus murmured, his low voice cutting throu
Última atualização: 2026-09-18
Chapter: Chapter 4The low, heavy rumble of my dad’s pickup truck idling in the driveway shook the glass in my bedroom window, morning light leaked through the thin blinds, casting sharp, pale stripes across the carpet, i had barely slept two hours, every time I closed my eyes, the ghost of Marcus’s rough thumb against my jawline snapped me wide awake, setting my skin on fire all over again.I threw off my blanket and stood up, my muscles aching with exhaustion, my phone lay on the bedside table where I had left it, i didn't even need to pick it up to know what was on the screen, the notification light kept blinking its slow, steady blue pulse, reminding me that the dynamic had changed forever.Downstairs, heavy footfalls moved quickly back and forth between the kitchen and the front porch."Got the ice chest loaded!" my dad’s loud, booming voice carried straight up the stairwell. "Marcus, you sure you don't want to come out to the lake? Plenty of beer, and the bass are practically jumping into the boat
Última atualização: 2026-09-18
Chapter: Chapter 3I stared at the glowing phone screen, the single line of text burned into my retinas.I told you to be a good boy. Why didn't you answer my text?I backed away from the locked door as if the wood itself might catch fire, sinking down onto the edge of my mattress, my room was cold, dark, and silent, save for the muffled sounds of the old house settling around me. I squeezed my eyes shut, pressing the heels of my hands against my forehead to force my mind to make sense of what was happening.It couldn't be him, it was a coincidence, a sick, twisted twist of fate that made no sense at all. Marcus was my father's old military buddy, he was a grown man, a hardened veteran, someone my dad spoke about with absolute respect and yet, how would someone like that be gay, every detail lined up like a series of locks clicking into place the physical presence, the massive shoulders. The scar near his collarbone and now, the exact same commanding tone delivered directly to my phone while he sat just
Última atualização: 2026-09-18
Chapter: Chapter 2My phone felt like a block of hot lead in my palm, I shoved it deep into my back pocket, staring up at the closed door of the attic guest room, It couldn't be him, it was a statistical impossibility, there were thousands of men in this state, thousands of profiles but the math didn't lie, and neither did the small white scar I had stared at in high-definition photos for three straight weeks."Hey! You coming down or what?" my father called out from the bottom of the stairs."Yeah! Coming!" I yelled back, my voice cracking slightly. I took a deep breath, forced my face into a neutral expression, and walked downstairs to the dining room.My dad was already sitting at the head of the wooden table, popping the top off a glass beer bottle. Sitting to his right, perfectly relaxed, was the man from the attic. He had changed into a simple black t-shirt that hugged his massive chest and arms, making his broad frame look even more imposing in the small room."Sit down," my dad said, gesturing t
Última atualização: 2026-09-18
Chapter: Chapter 1My phone screen glowed in the pitch-black bedroom, casting a pale blue light across my face. My thumb hovered over the keyboard, trembling so badly I could barely keep the device steady.Send me one more picture, handsome. Let me see what you’re wearing.The message sat on the screen, heavy and demanding. I stared at the dark words, my chest tight. I was nineteen years old. I was straight. At least, that was what I told everyone. I was the guy who laughed off jokes about sexuality, the guy who made a point to sound completely uninterested whenever the topic of men came up. I had a reputation to keep, a life that made sense, and a simple view of who I was supposed to be.Yet here I was, curled under my blanket at midnight, sweating over a text from an anonymous man I had never seen.I scrolled up through the chat log, His profile had no face picture, just a single shot of his upper body, broad shoulders, a thick, muscular chest covered in dark hair, and a pose that radiated complete, e
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