LOGINSilas moved with terrifying speed. He didn't retreat toward the bedroom; he stepped in front of Leo, the knife gleaming in his hand like a shard of ice."I told you to run," Silas snarled, not looking back at Leo.Marcus laughed, tapping the crowbar against his palm. "And miss the reunion? Besides,
Leo hollowed his cheeks, relaxing his throat as Silas guided his movements with a firm hand in his hair. The taste of Silas—salt, musk, and pure dominance—flooded his senses. He bobbed his head, finding a rhythm that made Silas’s breath hitch, a small victory that sent a thrill straight to Leo's own
Sunlight hit Leo’s face, dragging him out of a deep, dreamless sleep. He groaned and turned over, burying his face in the pillow. It smelled like Silas—sandalwood and expensive cologne. For a moment, he didn't know where he was. Then the memories of the night before crashed into him.The poker game.
The mattress dipped as Silas pulled away. The sudden loss of contact and the rush of cool air against his sweat slicked skin made Leo shiver. He stayed where he was, face pressed into the black sheets, his body throbbing with a mixture of exhaustion and lingering sensation.He heard the sound of Sil
The bedroom was just as imposing as the living room, dominated by a massive king sized bed dressed in black sheets that looked like silk. Leo walked to the edge of the mattress, his heart pounding so hard he thought it might bruise his ribs. He felt incredibly exposed, standing there naked in the di
Leo parted his lips, his breath hitching as Silas stepped closer. The dominance radiating from the older man was suffocating, pressing down on Leo’s shoulders like a physical weight. He felt small, exposed, and entirely at Silas’s mercy.Silas kept one hand on Leo’s jaw, his thumb stroking the cheek
I scrambled to pull the covers over myself, to hide, to disappear. But it was too late. He had seen everything."Keep going," he said, his voice calm, even, but carrying an undeniable authority that cut through the sound of the storm.I stared at him, my mind a blank, panicked mess. What? Was he jok
I woke up to the familiar, unwelcome glow of the blue panel. The first thing I saw, even before I could process the soft bed or the silent room, was the countdown timer in the corner of my vision, ticking away to the daily reset. My body ached in a dull, pleasant way, a reminder of yesterday's activ
Friday morning, the blue panel that greeted me was more intimidating than ever. It wasn't just a list of quests; it was a declaration of war. A war against my body, my mind, and my will. The words were stark, a long, daunting chain of commands that made my stomach clench with a mixture of deep-seate
The next day was a special kind of hell. I didn't sleep. I just lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, the events of the previous night playing on a relentless loop in my mind. The look on his face. The sound of his voice. The flash of the camera. The shame was a physical presence, a sour taste in my m







