Ethan’s POV
The sound of the news was like static in my ears.
It filled the living room, every channel a different variation of the same story, the same endless loop of destruction.
Dominic sat beside me, rigid, silent. His jaw was locked so tight I could see the muscles twitch. I leaned against him because I didn’t know what else to do, because his warmth was the only thing keeping me from shattering.
But even his presence couldn’t soften the sharp edges of what was unfolding before us.
The screen showed my face over and over again, spliced between commentary and slow zooms of photographs that should never have been seen by another soul.
Me and Dominic in bed.
Me and Dominic kissing, touching, tangled together in the privacy of our own world, a world that had been stripped bare and
