LOGINEthan's POVAdrian’s arms slid under my knees and back before I could fully step out of the shower. The world tilted; my head settled against the damp curve of his shoulder. I was still pliant, still warm from the water and everything that had happened against the tile. He carried me through the bedroom without hurry, the soft pad of his bare feet the only sound until he lowered me onto the mattress.The bed was wide and already turned down. On the low side table sat a small woven basket—condoms, a bottle of something clear, a remote. Around it, several thick candles waited in glass holders. The far wall was lined with vertical wooden panels of staggered heights, a large television mounted above them. Speakers were built into the false ceiling and the sides of the wall, almost invisible.Adrian set me down carefully, then moved around the room. He lit the candles one by one; the scent of something warm and resinous—sandalwood, maybe, or amber—rose into the air. He picked up the remote
Ethan's POVThe car rolled forward in silence, the kind that felt heavy with unspoken questions. I sat beside Adrian, watching the coastal road unspool beyond the tinted windows. Grandpa had only said the place was “arranged.” No address. No explanation. Just a driver and the quiet certainty that whatever waited at the end of this drive had already been decided without us.Salt air slipped in through a crack in the window. The light softened into late-afternoon gold. When the private road curved and the gates appeared—black iron against a stretch of pale stucco—I understood. Santa Barbara. A small house perched above the water, its windows open to the Pacific like it had been waiting for us.I stared. Adrian’s hand found mine on the seat between us, fingers warm and steady.“Wow,” he said, voice low, almost disbelieving. “He actually bought it. While I just planned.”A short, helpless laugh left me. “Great.”The driver handed over a single key. It fit the outer gate with a soft click.
Ethan's POV My chair scraped back before I fully decided to stand, my legs a little unsteady beneath me. Every face at the table was turned toward me, waiting, warm, expectant. I found Adrian's eyes first, anchoring myself there the way I'd learned to all night. "I'm not good at speeches," I started, my voice thinner than I wanted it to be. A few soft laughs rippled through the table, kind ones. "But I'll try." I turned the glass slowly in my hand, gathering whatever nerve I had left. "I never thought I'd be someone's choice. Not really. Not like this." My throat tightened around the words. "And then Adrian happened, and somehow I became exactly that. Someone's choice. His choice." I glanced at him, and his eyes hadn't moved from mine once. "I don't have big words for what tonight means. I just know that whatever this is between us, I don't want to spend a single day without it. Thank you all for being here. And Adrian," my voice cracked slightly, "thank you for choosing me too."
The cake table stood draped in white and gold, and I braced myself for the usual ceremony, the knife, the polite smiles, the practiced first bite. Instead, what came out on a silver trolley made my mouth fall open. A tower of Chicken Drumsticks stacked in a perfect spiral, each one wrapped at the bone in gleaming silver foil, rising almost as tall as the cake stand it had replaced. "What is this?" I said, laughing before I could stop myself. Adrian just smiled, that small, satisfied curve of his mouth that meant he had been planning this for weeks and enjoying every second of my confusion. "Cakes are boring to cut. Told you." I couldn't stop laughing. The guests around us were just as amused, phones staying firmly in pockets but eyes wide, a ripple of delighted murmurs spreading through the crowd at the sheer audacity of it. Only Adrian would replace a wedding cake with a monument to fried chicken and somehow make it feel romantic. We each picked one, the foil cool and smooth a
Ethan's POV The Grand Royal Hotel looked like something out of a dream I never let myself have. Lights climbed the building all the way to where the sky started, and the whole structure glowed like it had been carved out of gold and set on fire from the inside. Los Angeles sprawled beneath it, indifferent, unaware that somewhere inside that blaze of light my entire life was about to change. But here, tonight, none of that mattered. Nothing outside these walls mattered. No press. No phones. Adrian had made that clear in a voice that left no room for negotiation. "Anyone caught taking a picture loses the phone. On the spot." He had said it once, at the entrance, and the silence that followed told me everyone understood he meant it. I sat in front of the mirror while Davel adjusted my collar for what felt like the tenth time, the stylist fussing over my hair after finishing it twice already. My hands wouldn't stop shaking. I pressed them flat against my knees, willing them still, a
Author's POV Adrian and Ethan from the last rack chose the same couples outfit together. It stood out from everything else in the shop. A deep crisp black suit designed in Indo-Western look. Just as they both wanted it to be. Both suits design complimenting one another. Their eyes log up with a spark only they could tell. The fabric, design, work and colour both goes perfect for them. Reflecting both of their personalities individually. White the satin silk cloth just puts life in it. Going closer Ethan glides his hand through the suit nostalgically. His breath caught before his mind even placed the memory. *The magazine.* Years ago, some worn issue left open on a table, a page neither of them had ever admitted to noticing twice. He hadn't thought it left a mark on anyone but him. He was wrong. And just as the memory rose in both of them at once, quiet and unbidden, their eyes met. Just for a second. Just long enough for something old to pass between them without eit
Adrian's POV:I tried to sleep after Seraphine left. But the bed felt too cold, too vast, too achingly empty without Ethan's scent and presence beside me. I lay there staring at the ceiling for what felt like an hour, maybe more, listening to the silence of the room like it was mocking me. It was d
Adrian's POV:They're already seated when I walk in.That's the rule. Not written anywhere. Not announced to anyone new. Just understood, the way everything in this world is understood, through watching what happens to those who forget.The room rises the second I step through the door. Not out of
Ethan’s POV:I swallowed hard. My own cock was throbbing, aching for release, but I wanted to give him pleasure too. I turned toward him and reached down. My hand slid inside his pants and found him. He was rock hard, hot and heavy in my palm.He groaned the moment I touched him. “Fuck… yes…”I stro
Ethan’s POV It's been two days since that kissing incident occurred, it had no feelings like before but pure dominance which left me disgusted. Thankfully, my fever got high and I didn't have to face him much but today I feel good and decided to help Mrs. Rosamand for his dinner. "You should rest







