Ethan was used to being in control. He was the kind of man who filled rooms without trying, sharp suits, crisp cologne, the kind of money that made rules bend for him. A sugar daddy, people whispered, though he preferred benefactor. He enjoyed the role; taking a boy under his wing, giving him the luxury of velvet restaurants and weekend getaways, and in return, getting devotion, obedience, and the kind of youthful body that made his forty-five years feel almost irrelevant.
Leo was supposed to be the same as the others, pretty, young, pliable. A toy. But from the very beginning, something was different.
The boy was nineteen, all soft skin and bright, mischievous eyes, with a lean dancer’s frame that made strangers stop and stare. But he wasn’t shy. He wasn’t obedient. He teased. He challe
