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2025-02-02 20:30:06Masahiro’s head pounded as he stirred awake. His body felt strangely heavy, and a dull ache throbbed behind his eyes. He blinked, the dim glow of the room slowly coming into focus.
Something was wrong.
The scent of alcohol, and something unfamiliar clung to the air. The sheets beneath him felt tangled, foreign, and—
Then he saw him.
Matthew.
Standing in the middle of the room, eyes dark, wild, full of something Masahiro had never seen before.
Masahiro pushed himself upright, his body sluggish. His movement caused the weight beside him to shift, and then… he froze.
A stranger was in his bed. A naked stranger.
Masahiro’s entire body went rigid. His mind raced, but it was blank at the same time. He didn’t understand. He had been at El Paradiso. He had been waiting for Matthew. And then… what?
"What the hell is this?" Masahiro’s voice
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Masahiro's head throbbed as he struggled to piece together the fragments of his memory. The last thing he remembered was sitting at the bar in El Paradiso, waiting for Matthew. He had taken a sip of whiskey—one he hadn’t even ordered. Then… nothing. A complete blackout.Now, he was in his bed, naked, with a stranger standing at the foot of the room, already pulling on his clothes. His stomach twisted in disgust.Masahiro turned his head sharply, his eyes locking onto the man. His voice was cold, sharp as a blade. "Who the hell are you?"The man, startled but attempting to play it off, smirked slightly as he buttoned his shirt. "Don't you remember? We were drinking together." He sounded too nonchalant, too rehearsed.Masahiro held back a smirk of his own, though his horror was growing. His body felt… wrong. There was a strange taste on his tongue, a sluggishness in his limbs. He knew damn well he hadn’t touched this man&mdas
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The hum of the engine was a dull rhythm in the background as Masahiro's hands gripped the steering wheel with practiced ease. The city around him was waking up, people moving in and out of buildings like clockwork, oblivious to the storm swirling in his mind.He’d barely slept last night, his thoughts too wild, too tangled in the mess Cassidy had created. The image of that stranger in his bed, the drugged haze, and the sheer betrayal that followed still burned in his chest. Masahiro had replayed it over and over in his mind, trying to find the one thing he’d missed. Some clue that could explain what had really happened. But it was all so fucking messy, like someone had taken his life and turned it into a nightmare just to watch him suffer.His jaw clenched as he drove through the morning traffic, trying to shake the feeling that something was about to slip out of his control. He needed to fix this. He needed to find a way to get to Matthew, to make him see
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Cassidy adjusted the cuffs of his suit jacket with a precision that came from years of practice. He didn’t need to look at the mirror to know he looked sharp. The reflection would confirm it, but he already felt the familiar, confident surge of satisfaction. Tonight wasn’t about him, though.He walked toward the sitting room, his steps calm but deliberate. As he approached, he saw Matthew slouched on the couch, eyes glazed over as he watched TV. No excitement. No joy. Just... numbness. Typical. Cassidy could see the indifference in the way Matthew held himself, the way his eyes flicked toward the screen but never fully engaged. It wasn’t the indifference of someone who didn’t care… it was the apathy of someone trying not to care. Trying not to care about everything. About him.“Still here?” Cassidy’s voice was smooth, but there was a sharpness to it—like a question that didn’t quite need an answer.Mat
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Arthur’s grip on the towel around his neck tightened as he stared at Cassidy, his expression caught between frustration and resignation. The tension between them was thick, almost suffocating, but Cassidy just stood there, one hand lazily resting against the doorframe, his smirk unwavering.“You lied to me,” Cassidy said smoothly, like it was a simple fact rather than an accusation.Arthur sighed, already exhausted. “I didn’t lie.”Cassidy arched an eyebrow. “No?”Arthur shook his head. “I was going to come back late. My boss dismissed me early.”Cassidy hummed as if considering his words. “And yet, you didn’t think to call?”Arthur exhaled sharply, rubbing the back of his head. “I didn’t think about it.”Cassidy tilted his head, his dark eyes gleaming with something unreadable. “Didn’t think about it?” He let the words hang between the
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Arthur had just finished his beer. Cassidy noticed, his fingers tapping lazily against the rim of his whiskey glass. Just as he was about to signal for another round, Arthur stopped him with a light touch on his wrist."Hey... no, I already had three," Arthur said, his voice firm but not harsh.Cassidy arched an eyebrow, a slow smirk curling his lips. "The night is a child."Arthur huffed. "It's the middle of the week. I gotta work tomorrow. I can’t go in smelling like alcohol... I don’t want problems with my boss."Cassidy tilted his head slightly, watching Arthur with that lazy, calculating gaze of his. "Alright, lemme finish my drink first," he murmured, lifting his glass to his lips. He took a slow sip, watching Arthur over the rim, but didn’t finish it yet. "This boss of yours," Cassidy mused, setting the glass back on the table, "he looks kinda scary."Arthur, now scrolling through his phone, barely glanced up. "He’s n
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Arthur lay sprawled on the bed, sheets tangled around his legs, still catching his breath. His gaze was fixed on the ceiling, but his thoughts were miles away, wrapped up in the whirlwind that had just unfolded.Across the room, Cassidy was already pulling his shirt back on, every movement precise and unhurried. It was like he hadn’t just spent the last hour unraveling Arthur, like he was slipping back into a perfectly tailored mask.Arthur sat up slowly, raking a hand through his messy hair, trying to regain some semblance of composure. He could still feel the warmth of Cassidy’s touch lingering on his skin, the faint echo of his breathless words.Cassidy’s voice broke the quiet. "You wanna have lunch with me tomorrow?"Arthur’s head snapped up, eyes narrowing slightly. "Lunch?"Cassidy’s smirk was easy, natural. "Yeah. Food. Conversation. All that boring stuff."Arthur hesit
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The morning dragged on, the hum of the office buzzing around Arthur as he sat at his desk, surrounded by stacks of paperwork. His mind was barely engaged, eyes flicking over the documents without truly processing them. The clock inched toward noon, but he felt stuck in an endless loop of mundane tasks.The buzz of his phone broke through the monotony. Arthur glanced down to see a message from Cassidy:Hey sweetheart! Where do I pick you up?Arthur froze.He hadn’t expected Cassidy to be this direct. A small part of him wanted to simply respond with the address of the office, but then the thought hit him like a cold splash of water… he didn’t want Cassidy knowing where he worked. Not yet. Not like this.The idea of Cassidy showing up at his office, making some dramatic entrance that would draw all eyes, made his stomach churn. Cassidy would do that without hesitation… walk in with his usual charm, and Arthur’s profess
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Masahiro was rummaging through his drawers, looking for an old case file, when his fingers brushed against something soft. Fabric. He pulled it out without thinking, and his breath caught.A shirt.Not just any shirt. Matthew’s.It was worn, slightly faded, smelling like a mix of expensive cologne, cigarreteettes, and that warm scent that was uniquely him. Masahiro stood still, gripping the material as something tight coiled in his chest.He exhaled sharply.They didn’t see each other in days. Because of him. Because of the setup Cassidy had orchestrated… one Masahiro hadn’t seen coming until it was too late.Matthew thinks I cheated on him.His fingers curled into the fabric. He had tried explaining, had tried calling—but Matthew ignored every attempt.Masahiro threw the shirt back into the drawer, grabbed his phone and keys, and walked out. E
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Masahiro’s voice snapped through the line like ice.“Matthew and I are heading to Blackridge Medical. Arthur’s already en route.”Blackridge. Of course. Private, off-grid, high-security — the kind of place they used when they couldn’t risk reporters or internal leaks.Clark was already on his feet. The cold air hit his skin like a slap, but he moved on instinct. He yanked open the drawer beside the bed and grabbed the first pair of slacks he saw, fingers trembling only slightly.“I’m coming,” he said, already pulling off his pajama pants.Masahiro didn’t argue. Just, “Hurry,” before the line went dead.Clark tossed the phone onto the bed and ripped his t-shirt over his head, reaching for the pressed button-up folded from hours ago. His body ached — not from sleep, but from bruises still healing — but he pushed past it. He didn’t care. Not now.Clark stepped out, fully dressed — dark shirt tucked into tailored trousers, sleek shoes hitting the hardwood wit
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