Danny's POV
The heavy scent of expensive cologne and stale cigarette smoke hit me the second the door to Suite 911 clicked shut. My heart wasn’t just beating, it was slamming against my ribs like a trapped bird trying to break its own wings.
I looked down at myself. I felt like a f*****g joke. An all red silk button down, tailored so slim it felt like a second skin, and black trousers.
"You look pale, pretty boy," Miguel’s voice grated against the silence.
He was leaning against the mini bar, a glass of amber liquid in one hand, the other tucked into the pocket of his dark slacks. He wasn't wearing a shirt, just that open leather vest that showed off the chaotic map of tattoos covering his chest and neck. The "M" on his throat seemed to pulse as he spoke.
"My boyfriend... Leo," I ch
