“Dean, my dad is forcing me into another blind date!” Leo’s voice carried a hint of despair. “In a fit of frustration, I came out to him—I told him I’m gay. And now he’s furious, completely losing it, and demanding that I get married. He refuses to listen to anything I say. I don’t know what to do anymore.” From the tone of Leo’s voice, Dean could easily imagine the helplessness he must be feeling.Taking a deep breath, Dean glanced at the man beside him, who was casually rifling through his suitcase. “Leo, I understand how you feel,” he said calmly. “Have you tried asking Damon for help?”“I did,” Leo replied, his voice tinged with disappointment and helplessness. “But he just brushed me off, and now he won’t even pick up my calls. That’s why I had no choice but to come to you.”Dean fell silent for a moment, his thoughts churning as he cast another glance at the man beside him. Could the reason Damon wasn’t answering Leo’s calls be tied to him? After all, they had just spent time to
In the escape room, Leo’s sharp wit shone as he deciphered the puzzles with remarkable speed, while Dean pitched in with clever suggestions and keen observations. The two worked seamlessly together, their teamwork punctuated by bursts of laughter as they celebrated each small victory. The camaraderie was infectious, and Dean couldn’t remember the last time he’d laughed so freely.At the PC gaming café, the pair dove into an intense multiplayer game. The room buzzed with excitement as they strategized, shouted instructions, and cheered each other on in the heat of battle. For a brief moment, the weight of their responsibilities lifted, and Dean felt as though he’d been transported back to a carefree, youthful time. It was a day of pure fun, leaving them both with smiles that lingered long after the games ended.Though the flurry of activities had left Dean feeling a little worn out, he still thoroughly enjoyed himself. It had been ages since he’d had the chance to unwind like this. Sin
Damon knew all too well the false charm Chen could project, and he was certain his twin would resort to any means to win. The mere thought of losing Dean, of handing him over to Chen, was intolerable. Determined to make things right, Damon leaned closer, his voice soft and soothing as he continued to explain.“Haven’t I already shown you how much you mean to me? I’ve been different with you, haven’t I?” he said, his tone a mix of urgency and tenderness. “It’s just that I missed you so much after not seeing you for those few days. That’s all it was—I missed you terribly.”Brimming with sincerity, his eyes sought to reassure Dean, his words a gentle attempt to bridge the rift between them.Dean finally turned around, his emotions overflowing as he began to pound on Damon’s chest. “Do you know how much it hurt last night?” he cried, his voice trembling with suppressed tears. “You used to be so gentle with me, always making sure I was ready, taking your time. I was genuinely grateful for
The phone rang a few times before the man picked up. His voice came through the receiver, familiar and laced with a hint of teasing nonchalance. “Hey, Dean? What’s got you calling me all of a sudden?” There was an unsettling air of control in his tone as if he was amused by the situation, even pleased.Dean clenched the phone tightly, struggling to suppress the storm brewing within him. His voice, though trembling with both anger and anxiety, carried an unmistakable determination. “You... Who exactly are you?” he demanded, the words slipping through gritted teeth. He needed answers, and he needed them now, the weight of his suspicion and confusion pressing heavily on him.The man on the other end of the line fell silent for a moment before replying with a sly, almost mocking tone. “Aren’t we quite familiar already? After all the time we’ve spent together, do I really need to introduce myself?” His words dripped with a mix of humor and provocation as if savoring the chaos unfolding on
Dean frowned in thought, clearly aware that search engines could only take him so far. Despite the internet being flooded with reports and rumors about these gangs, he understood that the truth often lay hidden beneath layers of speculation and misinformation. While the Dragon Gang seemed to operate on the same tier as the Cobra Gang, Shark Gang, and Golden Eagle Gang, its reputation didn’t align with what he had observed firsthand. This stark discrepancy left Dean more puzzled and uneasy than before.He knew all too well that if he truly wanted to uncover the truth about Chen Dankworth’s background, relying solely on internet searches would be futile. The information online was chaotic, riddled with inconsistencies, and shrouded in half-truths. The real secrets—the ones that mattered—would never be laid bare for public consumption. To get closer to the heart of the matter, Dean realized he would need to find those who truly understood the shadowy underworld: people who lived and brea
It wasn’t a submission. It was a performance. A game he had decided to play, one that blurred the lines between genuine passion and calculated intent. Dean poured himself into the kiss, letting it serve as a bridge and a shield, knowing it was the only way to keep Damon close while carefully guarding the turmoil roiling within.Damon couldn't shake off the discomfort that crept over him, a gnawing unease triggered by Dean’s sudden assertiveness. The thought crossed his mind—was this behavior something Dean had picked up after spending time with Chen? The overplayed eagerness felt contrived, unnatural, and even irritating. What he had once yearned for now felt tainted, replaced by an unsettling dissonance that prickled his nerves.He abruptly shoved Dean away, his face darkened by displeasure. “Dean, what’s going on? What are you doing?” His voice carried a restrained anger, his sharp gaze locking onto Dean as if searching for answers, demanding an explanation for this unexpected shift
Damon stood frozen in place, listening to every word Dean uttered. A whirlwind of emotions surged within him, growing more complex with each passing moment. Dean's anguish and heartfelt confession left him utterly stunned—he had never imagined that Dean's love for him could run so deep, nor that it could come entwined with guilt and pain. The anger Damon had harbored began to dissolve, replaced by an unfamiliar yet overwhelming sense of remorse and tenderness. He was at a loss, caught in the grip of his own inner conflict.Instinctively, Damon stepped forward, his resolve firm as he pulled the shattered Dean into an unyielding embrace. Though Dean struggled against him, Damon refused to let go, his only focus on holding him close, as if anchoring him in a world that threatened to collapse. He could feel the faint tremors coursing through Dean's body, each one betraying the depth of his grief. A wave of protectiveness surged through Damon, compelling him to lower his head and press a g
The atmosphere between them grew thick with tension, the air charged with an unspoken animosity. Dean straightened his back, meeting Damon’s icy gaze head-on, his voice sharp with fury and disbelief. “How can you do this to me? You have no right to restrict my freedom!” His words rang out, seething with anger, as his eyes burned with a mixture of defiance and a raw, painful resistance.Dean's chest tightened, his heart pounding in his ears. He refused to believe that Damon—someone he had trusted, someone he had once thought was different from the ruthless gangsters he had always despised—could do something like this. The image of Damon he had carefully constructed, one of integrity and strength, was crumbling before him. He didn't want to accept it; he didn’t want to believe he had been so terribly wrong about the man standing before him. The reality of Damon’s actions shattered the illusion he had so desperately clung to, and it felt like a betrayal that cut deeper than any physical
Damon’s eyes instantly filled with panic.Unable to stand still any longer, he rushed toward Dean, and no matter how much Dean struggled, he held onto him tightly. "Dean! Please, listen to me—please, let me explain!""I don’t want to hear it!" Dean fought with every ounce of strength, his voice raw. "I don’t want to hear it! I’m nothing but a disposable pawn in your grand Dragon Gang plan!"Damon’s heart clenched violently. He had never felt so frantic in his life. "Dean, please! Calm down! Just listen to me—"Seizing the moment of Damon’s panic, Dean wrenched himself free from his grip and bolted toward the door of the office.He threw all his strength into yanking the door open, and there, just outside the elevator, he saw Leo standing, looking at him in confusion."Dean?"Dean’s gaze fell on the elevator as the doors slowly slid open. He turned back one last time to look at Damon, his eyes hollow with utter despair.He looked at Leo, his voice trembling. "Leo… If you consider me yo
He frowned, a sense of unease creeping up on him. It all felt a little too coincidental, like something was off, but he couldn't quite place it.Still, no matter what, he was always used to being alone. Shrugging off the nagging feeling, he let it go for now. Breakfast first.After breakfast, Dean went as usual to sort through the boxes that had been moved from Joe's villa. There were forty boxes in total, and he had already gone through most of them. The remaining ones seemed to hold little importance. Yet, he continued his meticulous search, knowing that even in these seemingly insignificant items, there might be a clue that could shed light on either Sally or Joe.However, today’s search felt different.When his eyes landed on a box in the corner of the room, he furrowed his brow.He had no memory of this box.It appeared older than the others, its surface covered in a thin layer of dust, as though it hadn't been touched in years. Stranger still, when he tried to move it, he found
Damon’s hand was the first to rest gently on his, his voice tender but tinged with worry. "Are you okay?"Chen gently supported his shoulder, carefully studying his face. "Do you feel any discomfort?"Shawn furrowed his brow, his gaze never leaving him. "Do you need me to call a doctor?"Greg’s expression was more somber than the others, a hint of restlessness in his voice as he sighed. "Why aren't you speaking? Does something hurt again?"Dean blinked, fully realizing that he had indeed returned.The words of the messenger from the afterlife echoed in his mind—he hadn’t been taken advantage of by Joe. Yet, even so, he still needed to hear it from these four, to hear the truth from them before he could truly find peace.He cleared his throat slowly, his voice hoarse. "I... was I... slept with?"The four of them froze almost simultaneously, their expressions varying, yet all betraying a mix of anger and concern.Damon tightened his grip on his hand, looking at him with unwavering deter
Dean held his breath, barely daring to hear the words that were about to follow.Joe slowly curved his lips into a smile, and with a soft exhale, he uttered two words that sent a chill through the air."Sleep with you."As his words hung in the air, Joe didn’t hesitate for a moment. He leaned down, capturing Dean’s lips with an intensity that left no room for escape.Joe’s kiss was ruthless and commanding, carrying the unmistakable weight of someone who expected complete control, without the slightest trace of tenderness. Dean tried to pull away, but he couldn’t even summon the strength to turn his head. The pressure from Joe’s presence was overwhelming. He fought desperately, but the lingering numbness from the shock earlier still gripped his body, leaving his limbs unresponsive. Every attempt at resistance only felt more futile than the last.Joe clearly showed no concern for Dean’s resistance; if anything, he seemed to take pleasure in the desperation of his prey. With one hand, he
Dean’s face drained of color in an instant, his pupils narrowing slightly. “What?” he breathed, his voice barely a whisper.Sally shrugged casually as if discussing something insignificant. “It was me who told everyone you were an easy target, which is why they liked bullying you.”It was as though the very foundation of Dean’s world crumbled at that moment.He stared at Sally, his eyes wide with shock, anger, and disbelief. He never could have imagined that the painful memories from his childhood and adolescence, the ones that haunted him, had all come from the very sister he had trusted most.He opened his mouth, but the words were trapped in his throat as if his very vocal cords had been scorched by fire. “Why…?”Sally’s laugh was sharp, dripping with sarcasm. “Why do you look so shocked? Fine, let me tell you,” she said with a lazy smile.She narrowed her eyes slightly, a malicious curve to her lips. “I did it all to make you angry, to push you into cutting ties with me.”Dean’s f
Joe strolled toward him at a leisurely pace, a knowing smile playing at the corner of his lips. With eerie ease, he scooped Dean off the ground as though lifting a helpless kitten, the motion so smooth it sent a chill down Dean’s spine."Be good," Joe murmured, his voice soft and almost playful as he gently placed Dean back on the bed.Then, standing before Sally, Joe lowered his head and pressed a kiss to her cheek, a smug look spreading across his face. "See, I told you, your plan isn’t going to work."Sally didn’t say a word. She just coldly watched Dean on the bed, her gaze unreadable, emotions flickering behind her eyes like a storm waiting to break.Joe bent down, his fingers curling around Dean's chin, forcing him to look up and meet his eyes.There was something possessive in his gaze—mocking, assessing, even tinged with a dark, almost malicious amusement."Your little brother, huh? He's a lot sharper than you think," Joe remarked, his voice lazy, a playful hint of admiration
The air in the room grew thick with emotion, the weight of years apart pressing down on them in silence.For a long while, neither of them spoke.Finally, Dean broke the quiet, his voice carrying a tangle of emotions.“Sis… your face…”Sally loosened her hold on him and gave a small smile. “I had an accident. It left me scarred, so… I no longer look the same.”Dean fell silent.A flicker of pain crossed his gaze.Memories crashed over him—the fights, the reckless words, the way they parted on bitter terms… the way they had cut ties completely.For years, he had convinced himself she wanted nothing to do with him, that she had disappeared from his life for good.But now—she was here.Alive.The realization came with a wave of overwhelming guilt.He lowered his head, his throat tightening. His voice was hoarse when he finally spoke.“Sis, I’m sorry.”Sally’s eyes widened slightly. Then, with a soft chuckle, she reached out and ruffled his hair, just like she used to when they were kids.
Bang!Greg slammed his palm against the wall, caging Dean in with a forceful wall bang.Before Dean could even react, a searing heat crashed against his lips—Greg kissed him.Unlike Damon’s tenderness, Chen’s aggression, or Shawn’s untamed wildness, Greg’s kiss was something else entirely. It was possessive, dangerous, and completely unchecked in its intensity.His hand cupped the back of Dean’s neck, his tongue forcefully prying his lips apart, devouring him with unrelenting dominance. It wasn’t just a kiss but a claim, as if he was trying to erase every other mark left on Dean’s body.Dean’s eyes widened in shock, his entire body burning with humiliation. He wanted to die on the spot.Panicked, he instinctively raised his hands to push Greg away, but the man showed no intention of letting go. If anything, he deepened the kiss, pressing even closer—And then, suddenly—He was yanked away.Damon, Chen, and Shawn had had enough. Without hesitation, they ripped Greg off of Dean and, be
Dean’s breath caught in his throat, his heart pounding wildly, uncontrollably.Chen let out a low laugh, releasing him, and with a swift, practiced movement, his long fingers tugged at Dean’s collar, leaving a deep kiss mark on his left shoulder.Then, Chen planted several more marks on Dean's collarbone.His actions carried an unmistakable sense of possession as if declaring his claim most intimately.Once he was done, Chen straightened up, admiring the marks he had left, a dangerous smile curling at the corner of his lips.“Alright, for now, this will do.”Chen gently pinched Dean’s chin, his voice low but firm. "But remember, you're mine."Only after that did he release him, turning to walk out of the bathroom.Dean stood frozen, his legs barely holding him up.He took a deep breath, raising a hand to cover his flushed face, his heart racing so fast it felt like it might explode.His gaze fell on his reflection in the mirror—his lips swollen and red from the kiss, the visible marks