C33 Cracks in Divinity

The early morning sunlight crept through the vast windows of Damien’s penthouse like a silent intruder, casting long golden fingers over silk sheets tangled around two bodies. Damien lay awake, watching Aiden sleep. He memorized the subtle arch of Aiden’s neck, the way his breath came in steady puffs, how his hand was curled protectively near his chest.

Something wasn’t right