Tear Me Apart (An M/M Dark Romance)
I allowed myself a slow exhalation, fingers tapping lightly against the armrest.
Marriage. Most men would see it as political theater. A strategic absurdity. But Alejandro Cortes would understand. Marriage was not symbolism. For us made men, marriage was ownership. Access, proximity, and above all, control. Not just over territory, but over the man himself. Because power was easiest to dismantle from the inside. And Alejandro Cortes was a fortress worth breaching.
My smile lingered in the darkness. He hadn’t said no.
And men like us—
We both knew what that meant.