BILLIONAIRE’S PLAY THING
He exhales, shuts the laptop, and finally walks toward the sound.
Tyler’s leaning against the counter, sleeves rolled up, a smirk twisting his mouth. Ethan stands near the stove, shoulders stiff, eyes down on the coffee he’s stirring though the mug’s already full.
The moment Dominic steps into the doorway, Tyler’s smirk widens, like he’s been waiting for an audience.
“Morning, boss,” Tyler drawls, voice dripping casual malice. “You’re up early. Or maybe you just never slept?”
Ethan glances up, uneasy. “Tyler….”