Matthew's POV
I let Adrain fall on the couch like a bag of rice and went for the door and locked it. When I was sure it was well locked and no one could come in, I turned back to him. A smile tugged on my lips as I watched him all helpless and defenseless before me. "Never thought you'd imagine this day" a smirk plastered on my lips. This day, I will forever hold in mind. The day I ruined the great Adrain Throne and reduced him to nothing. "Today, you will scream and beg me to go easy on you but you know what? I won't...I will do exactly what you did to Lily, I will break you in the hardest and roughest way and you, will be at my mercy" My friends weren't the only ones that had plans, I did too. I pulled out a herb from my jacket, I was told it helped to stimulate sexual urges. Some people call it aphrodisiac incense but whatever the name is, I want nothing but a result. I placed it on a cigarette plate, brought out my lighter and lit it. The smoke was small at first but as it burned, it started spreading in the room. I went ahead and closed all the windows to make sure the scent stays in. I turned my attention to the sleeping man on the couch, my heart swollen knowing tonight is the end of him. Whatever will happen here will destroy him entirely and his good image will be nothing but a past. A frown immediately settled on my face when I saw him move, how can that be? The drug they gave him can't wear out so soon, he's supposed to be knocked out throughout the night. Panic began to crawl into my bones as I watched him sit up, his eyes darted around the room as if searching for someone and then, it fell on me. I held myself instinctively. And clenched my fist. How on earth can this be? It must be a dream, a nightmare I will wake up to realize it never happened. "As I thought" his deep voice vibrates, his eyes staring back at me like he's known it all along. "You really wanted this" He stood up, his fingers skillfully started undoing his sleeves before moving to his shirt. He took it off, revealing his appealing chest. Shit! Why the hell did I say that? There's absolutely nothing appealing about him. Maybe it's the aphrodisiac incense making me think such. I bit my inner lips when he frowned at me, "why don't I feel anything?" He glanced to where the incense was burning, this isn't strong enough. He opened the small draw and brought out something, almost dark or deep brown, I don't know. He lit it and placed it next to the other one. "This one is stronger, it will turn you on so well" the smile that tugged on his lips made my stomach coiled in disgust. It failed. The perfect thing I thought I had. I couldn't stand him, not for another second. "A few seconds to go," Adrain said, glancing at his wrist watch before he took it off. "This won't let my hands roam your body" he winked at me and I felt like puking my intestines. "Whatever you are planning, it won't work" I began walking to the door. Strangely, he didn't try to stop me. "Plan? I wouldn't say that if I were you, I never planned anything but you did". "And you can't walked away now" His words were like a dark spell, that's if I'm not wrong. Because all of a sudden, I felt darkness dawning on me, almost throwing me to the floor. Shit! "What have you done to me?" I growled, anger snapping in my veins. "Done to you? Nah, I should be the one asking you that" Adrain gives a half shrug, I watched him walk to the bed. My hands were on the wall as I struggled to keep myself standing. There's nothing he'll say and I'll believe he's done something to me. Maybe that thing he burned, maybe that's what is making me drowsy. "What the fuck did you burn?" I growled again. "Nothing different from what you burnt, it will heighten our sexual urge so we can have the night for ourselves" he winked again and this time, I wanted nothing to to punch away that smile on his face. "Fuck you" I cursed "That, I will do tonight" Adrian's tone was sarcastic and fuck, I hate it with passion. "Ah, yes...I added a little something to your drink, just like you did to mine" He didn't need to say a word, I knew he was responsible for whatever is going on with me. "You weren't the only one playing this game, had the upper hand the moment your friend bargained for you to be let into the bar" Adrian sounded so proud of himself. Even though I was drowsy, I didn't want to give in just yet. And that son of a bitch, I will deal with him...but, not now. I need to find a way to get out of this mess. Adrian's laughter erupted in the room, "and you let your guard down over a drink, who does that?" "You" I growled. How dare he laugh at me whereas he did the same. "Hmm, did I? Oh, I did, but with a plan of course" he settled on the bed. "What your nerdy friend offered me, that was all planned, I had my men sell it to them. It knocks one off only for ten minutes whereas yours, its effect comes when you least expected" Damnit, I knew I was done for. His bastard knew all along and decided to play along. What a twist of fate. "You'd be damned tonight"Adrian was enough for his victory over me. Again, I lost to him. How pathetic am I? Just when I thought it wouldn't get any worse, I started feeling hot all of a sudden, panting and sweating. Like a mad dog, I tore open my clothes, desperate for some freshness. "Heat" I muttered, taking off everything on me. I needed air, I needed something cold to calm down this heat in me. "It's working, the incense" I ignored Adrian's voice, nothing tears me apart than the hotness I was feeling. Then, the hotness changed to something different. I grabbed my pants, my hands over my now erected dick as I struggled not to stroke it. I was turned on, so high that it felt like I would die if I stayed a second longer. "You are aroused" Adrian's voice was like he was from a mile away. I wanted nothing but to please myself. I slid my hand into my pants and began stroking myself. I couldn't take it anymore but it did more harm than good. "You can't do it alone, let me help you" My eyes snapped open, wild as I stared at him. My chest climbed up the mouth and down the valley in the fastest rhythm ever. Our gaze locked, and I swear, I saw more than my satisfaction in his eyes. I saw him giving me heaven and earth in a flash second. I moaned out. He smiled, "you want it, yeah" he leaned down and captured my lips for a kiss. I kissed him back with all the hunger I could mutter. I wasn't gay, neither was I bisexual. Kissing a man has never been a thing for me to consider, but kissing Adrain now drowned away my thoughts and let my mind float in space full of nothing but stars. Why the fuck would I like him kissing me? He kisses so well, like a pro that he was. Shit, I'm praising him, what's wrong with me? I wanted to object, I wanted to pull away. I wanted to hate this but everything in me said a completely different thing. I didn't know what was happening and only found myself fallen on the bed. The air that brushed my lips when I and Adrain separated from the kiss made my stomach growl in anger. I wanted more, more of him and everything he has to offer. "Wait a second," Adrain said and walked over to the camera. My mind was a complete mess. I couldn't think of anything but my needs "I can't wait any longer" I cried and touched myself, trailing my hands down my body to show how desperate I was. Whatever Adrain did was his business, but the second he walked to the bed, I grabbed him and pulled him down "Hold on" Adrain grabbed both my hands and pinned it over my head on the bed. It was like my world was coming to an end "Tell me what you want!" Adrian's voice, line a siren song, awakening the roughest ungodly part of me that I never knew existed. "Touch me" my voice whispered filled with silent pleas. Desperate for something more than what he was giving me.The Morning After the Storm The sunrise stretched slowly across the horizon, spilling molten gold over the sleepy town and setting the ocean ablaze with light. Each wave shimmered like fire meeting water, soft and endless. The wind that drifted through the open balcony doors was cool and clean, carrying the scent of salt and something newer—something almost like peace. The curtains swayed like ghosts retreating into daylight. Inside the room, Matthew sat on the edge of the bed, shirtless, skin still warm from the weight of the night before. Adrian’s arm remained lazily thrown around his waist—solid, comforting, a quiet claim that lingered even in sleep. His fingers twitched lightly against Matthew’s bare skin, as though even unconscious, he wasn’t willing to let go. And Matthew didn’t want him to. He hadn’t slept much. Not out of restlessness, but because he couldn’t bear to close his eyes and risk missing the stillness. The quiet wasn’t frightening anymore. For the first tim
*On the Highway*The GPS signal blinked cold and steady—a pale pulse of hope in a dashboard drenched in amber light. The sun hung low, casting long shadows through the windshield, painting Adrain’s face in streaks of gold and fire. His jaw clenched, his storm-filled eyes locked on the road ahead. His fingers tightened on the wheel, knuckles white, tendons rigid with tension. His pulse thundered, each beat a blade, each second a countdown.Hold on, baby… Just hold on for me. I'm coming.Traffic blurred past as Adrain weaved between cars with calculated urgency, ignoring the horns and chaos he left in his wake. Nothing mattered—no risk, no rules—except the black car up ahead. Its taillights blinked like warning beacons, flashing red against the bright sky.That has to be it.His breath hitched.Please… let him be there.Inside that car… was his Matthew.---Inside the Stranger’s Car – Minutes EarlierMatthew sat still, stiff as stone, his eyes forward but unseeing. His hands clenched in
Matthew turned on his heel, the sharp click of his shoes ricocheting off the polished tiles of the deserted hallway like gunshots in the silence. The once-bustling corridor, now hollow and abandoned, stretched before him like a tunnel leading to freedom. He didn’t look back. Couldn’t. The air behind him felt thick, pressed in by a presence too heavy, too suffocating.He needed to get away—needed to breathe.Every muscle tensed as instinct roared in his blood.Run. Now.But he didn’t make it far.A hand clamped around his wrist.Not just firm—unyielding. Possessive. Branded with unspoken menace.Matthew froze, every nerve sparking with panic. The grip wasn’t meant to restrain. It was meant to claim. It pulsed with authority, intention, a silent threat wrapped in touch.His heart slammed against his ribs as he tried to yank free.“Where do you think you’re going?” the man behind him asked.The voice was calm—chillingly so. Each syllable rolled out like velvet wrapped around a knife. The
Matthew jolted awake with a sharp inhale, his chest rising as if pulled by invisible strings. Muscles tensed beneath the smooth, cool sheets, his body locked in a quiet battle against the fading remnants of a nightmare he couldn’t quite name. Sunlight filtered through the blinds in fractured slits, striping his bare torso with golden lines that moved gently with each breath he took. Physically, he felt different—strong, agile, almost reborn, like his body had exorcised the chaos of the night before. But his mind? That was a battlefield left in ruin.Fragments of memory clung to him like smoke—elusive, shifting, impossible to hold onto yet impossible to ignore. He saw flickers of faces, shadows of feelings, the echo of voices that didn’t belong to the morning. They clawed at him, cold and persistent, dragging him back toward a darkness he had no name for. He shut his eyes, clenched his fists against the sheet. Focus. You’re fine. He mouthed the words like a mantra, grounding himself wi
Matthew’s mind spun in frantic, erratic circles, grasping at shadows in his memory—reaching for anything, anything that could explain the man’s face. A familiar scar. A crooked smile. A glint in the eye that might’ve once meant something. But it was a void. Blank. Nothing surfaced. And yet, there was something so wrong in the way the man looked at him. Like he was not a person, but a possession—something precious and hunted, finally cornered.And then—Footsteps.Sharp. Measured. Drawing nearer with the certainty of someone who belonged there.The man’s expression cracked.That eerie, hollow smile vanished. His jaw clenched. Something like frustration—or fear—flickered in his eyes before he shoved Matthew hard against the tiled wall, the impact of sending a jolt of pain through his back. The man stepped away just as the bathroom door burst open with a soft creak of worn hinges.“Matthew?”Adrian’s voice.Sharp. Urgent. Tinged with panic.Matthew’s knees almost gave out from the sound.
Adrian had never seen Matthew like this before.Not when they kissed behind the theater last week. Not when Matthew fell asleep on his shoulder during one of those long, silent car rides. Not even when he’d cried in Adrian’s arms the night he found out what happened to his sister. All those moments had carved themselves into Adrian’s memory, but none of them held a candle to tonight.On this rooftop, under a velvet sky littered with stars, Matthew glowed.City lights blinked far below like scattered fireflies, their glow muted and soft beneath the rooftop’s dreamy ambiance. The air carried the scent of night-blooming jasmine and warm stone. A single candle flickered between them, its flame swaying with the breeze, casting golden ripples across Matthew’s face. He looked younger tonight. Lighter. The corners of his eyes crinkled when he laughed—an unfiltered, unguarded laugh that caught Adrian off guard every time.And God, he couldn’t stop laughing.Every word Adrian spoke—every dumb j