EPISODE 52
Jax walked into the bedroom, still shaken by what Adriano had revealed in the garden. His chest felt tight, his mind looping back to those words: “I’ve loved you since we were eighteen.” It unsettled him, made him feel a mix of guilt and sorrow. Adriano’s devotion was real, raw, but Jax couldn’t—wouldn’t—let himself go there. He pushed the thought down as he entered the room. Luciano was there, standing near the dresser. His hair was damp, the faint smell of soap and cologne lingering, as if he had just come from freshening up. He was half-dressed, fastening his shirt with deliberate care. The sight should have brought Jax comfort, but instead it filled him with unease. Jax crossed the room and slipped his arms around Luciano from behind, pressing his forehead against his lover’s shoulde
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