INICIAR SESIÓNFive years had passed since everything changed, and Sebastian still wasn't used to how loud a Saturday morning could be with three kids running through a house that had entirely too many rooms for them to be running through."Dad, Mateo took my shoe," Isla yelled from somewhere up the east staircase, and Marco didn't even look up from the tray he was arranging on the kitchen island, a slab of marble large enough to seat ten."Mateo, give your sister the shoe back," Marco called, not raising his voice, because he never really had to and people still occasionally mistook him for one of the nannies at these things, right up until he started rattling off the seating chart from memory or correcting the florist on where the peonies were supposed to go."It's MY shoe, she took MY shoe first—""I don't care whose shoe started it, just give it back before your uncles get here." Marco wiped his hands on a linen towel and glanced at the monitor propped against the espresso machine, where little
The next day, Sebastian did not allow Marco to go to work. He had woken up early, as usual, but instead of letting Marco get dressed for the office, he pulled him back into bed, arms wrapping around him possessively. “Not today,” Sebastian murmured against Marco’s neck, voice still rough with sleep. “You need rest after yesterday. And I need you here.”Marco tried to argue at first, insisting he was fine, that he wanted to prove he could handle a normal workday even after the confrontation with Victor. But Sebastian was firm, kissing him softly until Marco melted into the embrace. They spent the day together, lazy breakfast in bed, watching movies in the living room, and quiet conversations about everything and nothing. Sebastian’s protectiveness was clear, but there was tenderness in it too. He didn’t want Marco facing the office gossip or any lingering tension so soon after the incident.The day after that was the same. Sebastian kept him close, making excuses about needing his inpu
That night, Sebastian looked at Marco with a small, rare smile as they finished dinner in the quiet dining room of the mansion. The day had been long, the confrontation at the office, the fallout with Victor, and the endless meetings that followed, but Sebastian had made a decision. He wanted to give Marco something normal. Something good. Something that wasn’t tainted by the shadows of their complicated world.“Get dressed,” Sebastian said suddenly, voice warm. “We’re going on a date.”Marco blinked, fork paused halfway to his mouth. “A date?”Sebastian nodded, the smile deepening just a fraction. “Yes. A real one. No business. No guards hovering too close. Just us.”Marco’s face lit up, the exhaustion from the day melting away. “Really?”“Really.” Sebastian stood up, offering his hand. “Wear something nice. I’ll wait for you downstairs.”Marco practically ran upstairs, heart racing with unexpected excitement. He hadn’t been on a proper date in years. The idea of doing something norm
Marco had only spent two weeks working in Sebastian’s company, but he was really enjoying it. The routine had quickly become something he looked forward to each morning. Waking up beside Sebastian, sharing quiet breakfasts, and then heading to the office in simple clothes that made him feel like just another employee, it gave him a sense of normalcy he had never known. The work itself was straightforward but satisfying: organizing reports, coordinating schedules, helping with small projects. His colleagues were friendly, the environment professional, and for the first time in years, Marco felt like he was building something for himself instead of living in someone else’s shadow.He had even made a few real friends. Lisa from accounting often stopped by his desk with coffee and office gossip. Daniel from logistics helped him navigate the more complicated software systems. They chatted during breaks, laughed about silly things, and treated him like any other new hire. No one knew he was
The following week on Monday, Marco arrived at work with a mix of nerves and quiet determination. The sleek glass building of Sebastian’s company towered over the bustling city street, its modern design reflecting the morning sun like a statement of power and success. Marco adjusted the simple button down shirt and slacks he had chosen, nothing too flashy, nothing that screamed privilege. He wanted to blend in, to prove he could do this on his own terms. No special treatment. No one knowing who he really was. Just Marco, starting from the bottom like everyone else.He walked through the revolving doors, the cool air conditioned lobby greeting him with the low hum of conversations and the click of heels on marble floors. The receptionist gave him a polite smile when he showed his ID badge, directing him to the orientation room on the fifth floor. Marco took the elevator up, heart beating a little faster than he wanted to admit. This was new territory. For years, he had lived in the sha
The next morning, sunlight filtered through the tall windows of the master bathroom, casting a warm glow over the luxurious marble floors and the large walk in shower. Steam rose around them as Marco and Sebastian stood under the hot spray, water cascading over their bodies. Sebastian’s hands were gentle but firm on Marco’s hips, pulling him closer until their chests pressed together. The night before had left them both exhausted, but the morning light brought a new kind of hunger.Sebastian leaned down, capturing Marco’s mouth in a slow, deep kiss. Water ran down their faces as their lips moved together, tongues sliding lazily. Marco moaned softly into the kiss, hands sliding up Sebastian’s wet chest, fingers tracing the lines of muscle and old scars. Sebastian’s grip tightened, one hand moving to cup Marco’s ass, pulling him flush against him. Their bodies aligned perfectly, cocks hardening against each other as the water continued to pour over them.“You’re insatiable,” Marco murmu







