THIRD PERSON POV
The hum of computers filled the open office, a steady backdrop to the low murmur of voices. Reports were being filed, keyboards clacked, printers whirred — but all Ethan could focus on was Damian.
Damian sat across the room, sleeves rolled up, collar undone just enough to show a sliver of chest. He leaned back in his chair as he scrolled through a report, the kind of easy confidence that made people look twice without realizing why. Ethan knew he shouldn’t stare, but his eyes kept betraying him.
Every time Damian laughed at something on his screen, Ethan felt it — low in his stomach. Every time Damian stretched, muscles shifting under his shirt, Ethan’s thoughts slipped to places far from spreadsheets and quarterly reports.
And Damian noticed. Oh, he noticed.
“Ethan,”
