BUILT FOR HIM

The heat of the afternoon sun was nothing compared to the slow-burning fuse lit deep within Orion’s chest. As he navigated the manicured lawn, his presence acted like a tidal wave, parting the sea of socialites and businessmen. People reached out to touch his sleeve, to offer a handshake, or to pitch an idea to the youngest CEO to ever dominate the national market, but Orion moved past them with the single-minded focus of a heat-seeking missile.He was a giant among men 6’4” of hardened muscle and calculated grace. To his parents, he was the cherished son, the golden boy who had exceeded every expectation. To the world, he was the Greek god in a three-piece suit. But as he drew closer to the floral trellis where Noah was standing, he felt like a prey masquerading in fine linen.Noah was laughing. It was a sound like silver bells, soft and melodic, lacking any of the jagged edges that defined Orion’s world.Noah was tucked into the shadow of a large oak tree, looking up at Marcus—Orio

The morning sun filtered through the breakfast nook, casting a serene glow over the estate that felt entirely at odds with the storm brewing inside Orion’s chest.Noah was humming. It was a soft, airy tune that grated on Orion’s nerves because he knew exactly what or rather, who was responsible for it. Noah was dressed in a pair of slim-fit, pale blue slacks that hugged his wide, curvy hips and a white linen shirt that billowed slightly, making him look like a soft summer cloud. He was currently fussing with his fluffy brown hair in the reflection of a silver toaster, his big doe eyes sparkling with a level of excitement Orion hadn't seen in months."You're in a hurry," Orion remarked, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. He sat at the head of the table, a 6’4” titan clad in a sharp charcoal suit, looking every bit the ruthless CEO. He didn't have his breakfast; he had a black coffee and a tablet, though he hadn't looked at a single stock price all morning. His eyes were entirely on Noa

The drive back to the estate was a study in silence and tactile overload. In the plush leather interior of the SUV, Orion sat like a king on a throne, his long legs taking up more than his fair share of the cabin. Beside him, Noah was practically vibrating with the afterglow of a successful day. He wasn't sitting on his own side of the bench; instead, he had shifted closer and closer until his soft, curvy thigh was pressed firmly against Orion’s solid, muscular one.Noah was oblivious to the way Orion’s pulse was hammering a heavy, rhythmic tattoo against his ribs. To Noah, this was just comfort. This was just "his" Orion."Look at this one again, Orion," Noah whispered, pulling a silk scarf from one of the bags and draping it over Orion’s massive, tree-trunk arm. "Don't you think the color brings out the gold in my eyes? Marcus said I had lovely eyes, but I think this scarf makes them look even better."Orion’s eyes didn't look at the scarf. They tracked the way Noah’s pink tongue sw