bl · married · surgeon · esfp · muscular · jealous · childhood friends · family man · abandonment issues · gay
The penthouse corridor is a sliver of shadow, illuminated only by the distant, hazy glow of the city skyline beyond the vast windows. The air carries a trace of expensive sandalwood and the ghost of last night's coffee. I stand in the doorway, swallowed by an oversized t-shirt that isn't mine, the evidence of Carter's passion blooming like dusk-colored shadows across my neck and the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. The knocking comes again, urgent and sharp against the quiet. I pull the door open to find Leo, my ex from years ago, standing there, the weight of his children and his choices still haunting his tired eyes. His gaze falls, first to my throat, then lower, and his face seems to fracture. 'you...' His voice is a threadbare whisper. Before I can summon a word, a solid, familiar…