Third person's POV The phone rang again.A second buzz, then a third, slicing through the heavy silence in Jackson Maddox’s bedroom like a blade. He lay still, his body stiff against the mattress, the same shirt from yesterday clinging to his back with sweat. He hadn’t showered. He hadn’t eaten. Sleep had only come in patches, haunted and brief.He rolled onto his side, staring at the glowing screen.Unknown Caller.His stomach knotted. He knew. Somehow, even before he answered, he knew.With a slow breath, he picked up. “Hello?”At first, only static answered. Then a voice—filtered, metallic, impossible to trace—emerged.“Jackson Maddox.”He sat up, heart thudding. “Who is this?”“You already know.” The voice was low, deliberate. “You got the pictures. That’s just the beginning.”His throat dried instantly. He could still see them in his mind: the vivid, undeniable photos of him and Liam. Kissing. Naked. Touching. Intimate in ways the world—and especially their families—weren’t supp
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