LOGIN“Julian, step outside with me for a second,” Leo spoke up, his voice barely louder than a whisper.“Sure. Give me a minute,” Julian said, not raising his head as he typed something on his phone.The sun was already beginning to set.Antonio had remained the same since he woke, motionless and unblinking. Until he fell asleep again.Leo stepped outside the room and stood by the glass window, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his pants. He watched the chest of his boyfriend rise and fall under the blanket, then eyes flicked to Julian.He tipped his head to the side as if to tell Julian that he didn’t have the patience to keep waiting. Julian flipped the phone in his palm, tucked it into his pocket, and stood up with a weary sigh. He stepped outside into the hallway, the door clicking shut to preserve the silence of Antonio’s room.Leo leaned his lower back against the wall and crossed his arms over his chest. His eyes, dark and bloodshot from ten days of sleepless nights, locke
The days blurred into one another until time itself lost all meaning.The first day passed in a suffocating silence. Leo simply sat in the plastic bedside chair, motionless, his mind unable to come to terms with the terrifying reality that he could lose the love of his life at any second. For the first time in his existence, he found himself praying to a God he had never believed in, bargaining with every ounce of his heart.The second day came and went with no change. The doctors mentioned that Antonio was strong; if he could make it past those initial forty-eight hours without his fever spiking or an unexpected emergency tearing his vitals apart, then it meant his body truly wanted to live.Another day drifted by.And another.And another.Until today. It was the tenth day.Leo had long since grown accustomed to the static hum of the machines, sitting by Antonio’s side for hours on end, holding his cold hand until his own fingers felt numb and disconnected from his body.Today cou
The doors of the Black estate felt heavier than usual when Julian pushed through them.The grand living room was thick with a suffocating silence. His father sat in his leather armchair, staring blankly into the unlit fireplace, while his sisters lounged on the couches, their faces drawn.Julian stepped fully into the room, his boots clicking sharply against the marble floor. The smell of dried blood still clung to his clothes.“What’s with the grim expressions? He’s not dead yet,” Julian said, his voice ringing low and raspy, shattering the silence.His father, Luoni, perked up instantly, his shoulders stiffening as he looked up. “Has there been any progress?”“The surgery was successful,” Julian said flatly, stopping a few feet away from his father.“I already know that,” Luoni snapped, a nervous edge clipping his words. “I’m asking if he has woken up yet.”Julian let out a dry, humorless chuckle. “If it were you, Papa, would you have woken up barely two hours after a bullet was pul
The door of the intensive care unit clicked shut behind Julian, cutting off the rhythmic, mechanical hiss of the ventilator keeping his brother alive. He walked down the hallway like a ghost, his legs heavy, his eyes fixed on nothing so he wouldn't have to look at the empathetic expressions of the nursing staff.He didn’t stop until he reached the parking garage. Julian unlocked his car, slipped into the driver’s seat, and slammed the door shut, cutting off the rest of the world.For a long moment, he just gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white against because of how hard he was holding on. The silence in the car was suffocating. His hands were still stained with Antonio’s blood—both literally and metaphorically.Slowly, his fingers trembling, Julian reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He unlocked the screen and hit the speed dial for Lena.She picked up on the very first ring.“Julian!” Lena’s voice burst through the speaker, frantic and breathless. “
Julian was still sitting against the wall, his phone clutched in his hand, when the doors at the end of the hallway burst open.Leo practically unraveled into the space. His suit jacket must’ve been discarded on the way here, and his shirt was wrinkled, the top buttons torn open as if he had been suffocating on his way up the elevator.Julian stood up slowly, his joints stiff, his back scraping against the drywall.Leo’s eyes locked onto him. He took three long, staggered steps forward, his boots skidding slightly on the floor before his hands slammed into Julian’s shoulders. He gripped the fabric of Julian’s jacket so hard his knuckles turned white.“Where is he?” Leo’s voice was too loud for the quiet ward, rough and frantic. “Julian, where the fuck is he?”“He’s still in there,” Julian said, keeping his voice low, his hands coming up to steady Leo’s forearms. “They haven’t changed the light on the door yet. Sit down, Leo.”“I’m not sitting down!” Leo shoved Julian back a fraction,
Julian paced the length of the hallway outside the emergency room, his boots squeaking softly against the floor. Every few steps, he clawed his bloodied fingers across his face and through his tangled hair, staining his skin with drying rust. He forced sharp, ragged breaths into his lungs and huffed them out, his chest heaving as though the l weight of the fear hanging over him might cause him to pass out right there on the floor.How long had it been since his older brother had been rushed through those double doors? Antonio had arrived drenched in his own blood, with wounds punched into the most delicate, fatal areas of his body.An hour?Two hours?Julian had completely lost count. Time had lost all meaning the second the first gunshot echoed in the cathedral.Their father had already come and gone, his face cold and unreadable stone before he left to manage the immediate retaliation. His sisters hadn't even been allowed to leave the estate; the family was too terrified that th
Lena woke up with tears and a splitting headache.For hours, she’d cried and cried and cried until she decided that crying would not save her marriage. So she decided that perhaps having a conversation with Julian would change his mind. Perhaps if she begged enough, perhaps if she offered him more
Years ago, before the marriage, before the arrangement, before she tucked herself into Julian’s quiet house and learned to want less, Lena used to party.It was how she processed things: a loud room, a dark dance floor, a glass in her hand. It wasn’t elegant and she knew it. But it worked. Tonight
“Hello, this is the assistant of Pedro King. I saw that you had put up an article stating that Mr. Julian Black was out with his wife. As his associates, we are unaware of any such information. Might I know if you have any other details about the woman in question?”“Pedro King?” The reporter asked
Tick.Tick.Tick.The clock continued to tick. Seconds turned into minutes and minutes into hours. And yet Lena’s husband was not home.Three years.That was how long Lena had been married.Three years of convenience. Three years of an arrangement that had never pretended to be more than what it wa







