Mag-log inDorian Keene was once untouchable—admired, feared, and cruel in the way boys are when they believe the world belongs to them. Caspian Vale was the opposite: quiet, brilliant, marked, and easy to target. What Dorian never admitted was the truth beneath the cruelty—he was terrified of how badly he wanted the boy he was meant to destroy. Years later, life shows no mercy. Penniless, grieving, and battling a worsening illness, Dorian takes a job that feels like a miracle only to discover his employer is Caspian. No longer the boy he buried, but a powerful tech mogul with an unreadable stare, a carefully constructed life… and a fiancée at his side. Dorian tries to keep his distance. Caspian pretends nothing ever existed. But desire doesn’t die, it waits. And the closer they get, the harder it becomes to tell where control ends and longing begins. As secrets surface and memories fracture, Caspian is forced to confront a truth he’s spent his life denying and Dorian must decide how much of himself he’s willing to lose for a love that was never supposed to exist. ~~~~~ “Once His Nightmare, Now His Employee” is a slow-burn MM romance that drifts from longing into obsession, where power shifts, choices cut deep, and loving the wrong man may cost everything.
view moreDORIAN’s POV The bedroom door clicked shut behind us, sealing out the quiet hum of the house. Caspian’s hand was still in mine, warm and firm, pulling me toward the bed with that purposeful stride that always sent a thrill through me. His eyes locked on mine, dark with intent, and I felt the air thicken, charged with the unspoken promise of what was coming. He didn’t waste time. As soon as my back hit the mattress, he was over me, his body caging mine in the best way. His mouth crashed down on my lips, hungry and demanding, tongue delving deep as if he couldn’t get enough. I kissed him back just as fiercely, my hands fisting in his shirt, yanking it up and over his head to expose the hard planes of his chest. God, he was gorgeous—muscles taut under smooth skin, every inch of him radiating heat that seeped into me. “Dorian,” he growled against my neck, his teeth nipping at the sensitive spot just below my ear. A shiver raced down my spine, straight to my cock, which was alrea
DORIAN’s POVThree months is not a long time. But three months ago I was lying in a hospital bed with a surgery scar on my chest and a family that wouldn’t stop hovering.Four months ago Victoria was still a name that made my jaw tighten. Three months ago I was still waking up in the night reaching for Caspian just to confirm he was there.A lot can change in three months.I know that now in the way you only know things after they’ve already happened to you.Vale Enterprises closed its third deal on a Tuesday morning in April.Marissa sent the email at nine forty-seven and by nine forty-nine the finance floor was making noise that could be heard from the corridor. I read it at my desk, read it again, and then forwarded it to Caspian with no message attached because no message was needed.Caspian appeared in my doorway forty seconds later."We did it," Caspian said."We did it," I confirmed.We looked at each other across the office doorway like two people who had built something fro
Maxwell was stabilised within the hour. The doctors worked quickly and the news that followed was better than anyone had dared to hope for in those first panicked minutes on the hospital floor. A cardiac episode. Serious but manageable. With the right care and the right monitoring, he would recover.He was discharged two days later with a strict care plan, a list of medications, and a nurse named Patricia assigned to oversee his recovery at home.Since returning to their own place was not an option during recovery, Maxwell and Mary moved into Caspian’s house. Patricia moved with them. She was professional and efficient and spoke in the measured tones of someone who had done this many times and taken it seriously every single time. The household adjusted around her presence without much friction.Life settled into a new rhythm.Dorian was still recovering himself, moving carefully, sleeping more than he was used to and pretending he wasn’t. He spent most of his days on the couch with a
CASPIAN’s POVI stepped out of the room and closed the door behind me. They were standing at the end of the corridor.My mother had her hands clasped in front of her. My father stood beside her with his weight slightly forward, like a man who had rehearsed walking into a room and lost his nerve at the last second. They looked smaller than I remembered. Not physically. Something else. The particular smallness of people who have been alone with themselves for too long and didn’t enjoy the company.I walked toward them slowly.My father looked up first. Then my mother. She pressed her lips together when she saw my face and her eyes went red immediately, which I had not prepared myself for.I stopped in front of them.Nobody spoke for a moment.“Caspian.” My father’s voice came out rough. He cleared it. “We heard everything. About Victoria. About Dorian.” He paused. “About what we did.”“What you did,” I said.He nodded. “What we did.”My mother reached out and touched my arm. “We suppor
The fifth of March arrived the way important days always do quietly without ceremony. Just another morning that happened to be carrying everything.The house was up before the sun.Nobody had planned it that way. It simply happened. One by one, lights came on in different rooms until the whole hous
CASPIAN’s POV I had not planned on a roadside food stall. But Dorian stopped walking mid-sentence, mid-word actually, and turned his head toward the smell before any conscious decision had been made. I followed his gaze to a small stall set up on the corner of the street, a low canopy, two plas
DORIAN’s POVThe hospital doors slid shut behind us and I stopped walking.Just for a second. Just to feel it.The sun was out. The air was cool. And somewhere inside that building was a date written on a file with my name on it that said I had a real chance at getting my life back, fully, without
Three weeks.That was how long it had been since I came home from the hospital with a bullet wound in my chest and a family that refused to leave me alone for more than twenty minutes at a stretch. Caspian had taken over my medication like it was a second career. Alexandra had cooked everything I






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