Ren woke to the faint sound of rustling. He looked around, realising he wasn't in Liam's apartment; he jumped up from the bed.
The bed he was in felt nothing like the one he’d left behind in Liam’s apartment. This one looks soft and silky; it should be expensive.
The room was silent; he rubbed his eyes and blinked at the full rack of clothing hung against the far wall. It was a full wardrobe. And it wasn't there yesterday.
It was filled with some exposing suits, shirts, tight-fitting trousers, and a few things he didn’t even recognise but knew were expensive.
Everything looked like it had been tailored for him to his size. Some of it… didn’t even look like it should be worn in public.
He dragged himself to the closet, sighing. “So I’m really doing this,” he muttered to himself, pulling on one of the less exposed black turtlenecks and a jacket.
He showered, thinking he was going to be doing some housework chores since Ciro had offered him a large amount of money.
He walked out of his room, finding his way downstairs towards the kitchen; there was a woman cleaning the place up.
She was known for taking care of Ciro since he was young; she had always been his guardian.
“Ummm... good morning,” Ren greeted.
She turned to him and smiled, “Good morning. Don't worry; the young master already told me about you,” she whispered, looking shy. “To be sincere, he hasn't brought anyone of his boyfriends home before; you are the first one he brought home.”
“Really? That's great,” he smiled awkwardly.
“I'll be preparing breakfast; maybe I'll bring it upstairs to your room. Young Master won't be here for breakfast; he has work to do.”
“Ohhh, I'll just be in my room; don't worry about breakfast.”
“Are you sure? Uh.... I'm not good with that.”
“Don’t worry about that; I'll be fine. Besides, I don't feel hungry,” Ren replied without waiting for an answer andwent upstairs.
***
It was already evening. Ren had been sleeping for the rest of the day; it was his first time spending the day without Liam.
A man came to the door and silently gestured for Ren to follow; he just bowed down a bit. “The boss has requested to see you,” he said without waiting for an answer.
Ren said nothing; he just followed the man going to Ciro's office.
“Dress up nicely for an event,” Ciro said immediately. Ren was inside; he didn't even raise his head up to see Ren had come; he just waved for him to go.
“What kind of attitude is this?” Ren whispered to himself, frowning.
After dressing up, Ciro had already informed a guy to take him to the car. He was already waiting by the car.
Ren looked so hot, dressed in those white pants and suit shirt, with his short hair. The earrings that were already pierced were already present on his ear; he was putting on some accessories, making him look so good. He looked so ethereal in white.
Ciro didn't say much; he just stared at him a bit to his satisfaction before signalling for his driver to move.
***
The drive was silent; Ren just fiddled with his fingers a bit shyly; his eyes never left. his fingers, he seemed to find confidence staring at his fingers.
After some minutes of driving, they arrived at what looked like a private suite. There was already an event in motion.
Many people were present; some men with businesses like attire like Ciro. Ciro didn't dress too seriously, though.
Ren took one step inside and already felt like he didn't belong there; he was feeling less like he wasn't meant to be there.
Ciro didn't wait. He walked in with Ren beside him and, without warning, slipped his hand around Ren’s waist.
Ren jolted; he just played along, allowing Ciro to belt his waist.
Ciro walked up to a particular group of people; they were old men older than him.
“Mr Don”, they echoed all together.
Ciro just smiled, greeting each of them with a handshake.
They were discussing something about business, but it was making Ren uncomfortable. They were staring at him as if asking who he was; he just cleared his throat, attracting Ciro's attention.
“Oh, this is Ren. He’s my man.” Ciro said very boldly, making Ren go wide-eyed.
They were so surprised that they stared so dumbfounded.
Ciro just smiled at their confused face. “I’ll leave you guys to it.” With that, he went off, taking Ren with him.
He didn’t introduce Ren further, but he could hear people whispering.
Ciro didn't push it; he just patted Ren's back. “Wait a bit here for me,” he whispered, taking off.
Ren just nodded at him, smiling. Ren just strolled around staring at things when this man approached him.
He was about to touch him when Ciro shot out, “Don’t touch what isn’t yours,” he said without looking up from his wine.
The man laughed nervously after seeing Ciro protective of his little date.
The night ended soon. Ciro took Ren to the car; he didn't talk; he just walked with Ren trailing behind him.
The ride to the mansion was silent, with Ren thinking about what he had gotten himself into. “I need to call Liam when I get home,” he murmured.
Arriving home, he made his way out quickly with Ciro following behind. He was barely through the door of the mansion when he turned to thank the driver, and Ciro grabbed his wrist very roughly.
“What are you....” He couldn't complete his speech when Ciro pulled him in. kissing him hard.
Ren’s eyes went wide.
But Ciro didn’t stop.
He nibbled Ren's lip forcefully, requesting entrance. Ren stumbled slightly, one hand instinctively pressing against Ciro’s chest.
Ciro pulled out a bit. He barely had time to breathe before his mouth claimed Ren's again, this time slower, like he was trying to feel how Ren tasted.
When Ciro finally pulled away, breathing slowly and licking his lips, his face was unreadable.
Ren just stood there dumbfounded.
His lips were swollen, and his face looked flushed, red like a tomato.
“…What,” Ren whispered, blinking rapidly, “was that?”
Ciro adjusted his cuffs, expression flat.
“Just wanted to feel how you taste.” Then he walked away.
It had been some minutes since they landed.Ren had slept most of the eight-hour flight, curled against the window in the seat, a blanket draped over his shoulder; Ciro had put it on for him.He looked peaceful asleep; he looked fragile, even like he was a baby, but that illusion snapped the moment they landed.Ciro woke him up. “We’ve arrived, sleepyhead,” Ciro called as Ren freed his right hand from the blanket, rubbing his eyes sleepily.Ciro's guards brought a car, taking them to the hotel they were meant to spend a night in.The place looked so classy and warm. Ciro was already speaking to the concierge at the reception desk; his tone was low and smooth as if asking for something in secret.Ren wasn’t listening; he was busy scanning the place, admiring the paintings hung on the wall and the choice of furniture they used for the interior.Ciro returned moments later with two golden key cards in hand.Ren raised a brow up smiling. “Two rooms?”Ciro smirked, passing him the key card.
The next morning was silent; it didn't look like they were going out for a trip.Ren zipped his duffel bag slowly, listening for footsteps, voices, anything. But the mansion remained still, almost suffocating in its quiet state.He didn’t know what was worse: Ciro speaking, Ciro silent, or Ciro being his usual jerk self.To be honest, Ciro was always being a jerk.His fingers brushed against the tattoo on his wrist again; he couldn't pull off his clothes or put on clothes without noticing the tattoo, Liam’s idea.He had thought about Liam putting it on his wrist on purpose to make him always remember him even if he wasn't far from Liam or Liam just wanted him to always believe he was a sunshine.No! Liam had made him out on the tattoo to make him brave and brave enough to put on the outfit he chose for this so-called trip; he wore a white show-off Channel luxury shirt tucked into cream slacks, a silver necklace glittering round his throat with a little pin pendant, and boots that made
The sun blazed gracefully inside the room; that was the only thing Ren enjoyed about the room—it has a nice view outside and great sunlight.Ren’s body jerked awake before the light even touched the curtains; he sat up fast, his chest heaving as sweat dripped down his neck.He had a nightmare; this was the first time he was having nightmares in ages. He adjusted his sitting posture with his shocked expression.For a second, he didn’t know where he was, then the room reminded him: the high ceiling, the cold floor, the queen-sized bed, the silk sheets, and the large equipped room.It was Ciro's mansion, of course; Liam and his rented apartment can be closer to just this one room.Ren’s fingers curled in the sheets as he remembered what Ciro said last night.“You should know that no one denies me.”“Tsk, if no one did, then I will,” he murmured sassily.He climbed out of bed and headed to the bathroom, refusing to look in the mirror; looking at the mirror reminded him of what happened wi
Ren stood frozen by the entrance, lips tingling from the kiss. The heavy doors of the mansion shut behind Ciro, locking in tension that still lingered between them.He kissed me…Ren wiped his lips with the back of his hand. They still felt hot. Tender. Like Ciro had just placed a fire on it, it still irked him that he kissed Ciro.And yet, why didn’t I push him harder?He looked down at his hand, the one that had barely pressed against Ciro’s chest. His breath hitched. He should’ve slapped him. He should’ve screamed. But instead, he’d just stood there. Stunned. Letting it happen.He wasn’t sure what scared him more—that Ciro had done it.Or that… some part of him hadn’t hated it.Upstairs, Ren flung the door open to his room and shut it again, leaning back against it. The silence of the room was loud; his fingers hovered over his lips again before he shook himself and let out a low, frustrated sigh.“What the hell am I doing here?” He sighed, sounding frustrated. “I need to call him,
Ren woke to the faint sound of rustling. He looked around, realising he wasn't in Liam's apartment; he jumped up from the bed.The bed he was in felt nothing like the one he’d left behind in Liam’s apartment. This one looks soft and silky; it should be expensive. The room was silent; he rubbed his eyes and blinked at the full rack of clothing hung against the far wall. It was a full wardrobe. And it wasn't there yesterday.It was filled with some exposing suits, shirts, tight-fitting trousers, and a few things he didn’t even recognise but knew were expensive.Everything looked like it had been tailored for him to his size. Some of it… didn’t even look like it should be worn in public.He dragged himself to the closet, sighing. “So I’m really doing this,” he muttered to himself, pulling on one of the less exposed black turtlenecks and a jacket. He showered, thinking he was going to be doing some housework chores since Ciro had offered him a large amount of money.He walked out of his
“Oh my goodness! Why did he not tell me I was going to move in with his boss? Is he mentally stable?” Ren asked Liam who was sitting with him, hugging him because Kant had just called them saying he was bringing in the contract and Ren was to pack up some stuff.“I told you, Kant is so funny; he wouldn't even tell you everything. Let's hope he didn't cheat you.” Liam pinched his cheeks.“He won't; remember, he won't dare.”Kant arrived with some men dressed in black suits; he walked out of the car with pride, carrying a folder with him. It was the contract. He knocked at Liam's door, waiting for it to be unlocked.“Nice of you not to tell Ren that he was going to be packing from this house,” Liam scolded immediately after he opened the door for Kant.“I forgot, I brought him the contract, let him check it and tell me if it's ok for him, and if it isn't helpful, we can make changes, but...except for the packing clause.”“I’m good with the packing if I get to sleep in a different room,”