Mag-log inThe infection set in that night.They were driving through the mountains, aiming for the coast, trying to put as much distance between them and the ghost town as possible. The road wound treacherously along the cliffs, the drop-off falling away into darkness.Julian started shivering. He pulled his
He fired a shot. The bullet splintered the wood of the pillar near Aiden’s head.Julian covered his ears. He looked at Aiden. Aiden looked back. He nodded. A silent signal.Aiden spun out from behind the pillar and fired two shots. Bang. Bang.One of the men in the back went down, clutching his leg.
The screen glowed in the dark room, illuminating the stark terror on Julian’s face. The text was short. Simple. Devastating.I see you.Julian sat up, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. "Aiden."Aiden was already moving. He sensed the shift in Julian’s body instantly. He sat u
Julian didn't touch it yet. He started at Aiden’s feet. He massaged the arches, working his thumbs into the sore muscles, digging deep. Aiden groaned, his head falling back against the headboard."Fuck, that feels amazing," Aiden murmured.Julian worked his way up Aiden’s calves, kneading the tensio
They stole a truck from the back of a hardware store two towns over. It was old, a Ford with a rusted bed and a transmission that whined, but it was reliable and nondescript.They drove until the sun was high in the sky, then found a deserted stretch of woodland off an old logging road. Julian dug a
Aiden groaned, a sound that bounced off the tiled walls, echoing in the small space. He braced his hand against the shower wall, his legs trembling.Julian didn't rush. This wasn't about getting off; it was about connection. It was about anchoring them to the present, to the living, breathing moment
The door clicked open, and my world tilted on its axis. A wave of expensive, woody cologne washed over me, a scent so familiar it made my blood run cold. I kept my head bowed, my eyes fixed on the intricate pattern of the carpet, as I’d been trained to do. I heard the soft thud of the door closing,
Three months of talking dirty to a ghost.That’s what it felt like. Three months of spilling my guts, my deepest, darkest, most fucked-up fantasies, to a faceless name on a screen: ‘Master’. It started on a whim, a lonely, horny night scrolling through a dating app I was too scared to actually use f
“Have Henderson finalize the merger papers by noon,” he said into the phone, his voice all business. “I don’t care what it takes. Get it done.” He hung up without another word.The silence that followed was thick, heavy, and charged with a terrifying, electric energy. I just stood there, my hands cl
The leather was warm from his body. The button had come undone with a soft pop. The zipper had been a slow, teasing descent. But this… this was the point of no return. Taking his cock in my mouth. It was a line that, once crossed, could never be uncrossed.I leaned forward, my heart pounding a frant







