The penthouse was silent except for the horns of cars from the city far below. Damien stood at the window of his 28th floor apartment, a glass of whiskey in his hand, wearing only black sweatpants that hung low on his hips. His broad, sculpted chest and defined abs were still slightly damp from his evening workout. At thirty two, he was used to control, in business, gym, even in bed. But for the past three weeks, that control had been slipping.Because of him, Rin HayashiRin, the young man who lived in the building directly across the narrow gap, apartment 28B. The one who never closed his curtains properly.Damien had first noticed him by accident. Now it was a nightly ritual. He told himself he wasn’t a voyeur. He was simply… observant.Tonight, Rin was putting on another show.The younger man was shirtless, wearing nothing but loose gray sweatpants that barely clung to his narrow hips. His arms raised high, back arched, the sharp V lines of his pelvis dipping temptingly below the
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