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The sound outside broke the tension in the room.

Liam and Ethan stood up immediately.

Adrenaline rushed through his veins, and Liam felt his breathing quicken.

Someone was outside.

Ethan frowned, his expression no longer holding a trace of mockery.

-Stay back.

Liam didn't answer.

He wasn't going to be left behind.

He moved forward first.

He approached the door with careful steps, every fiber of his body alert.

Ethan followed close behind, and when Liam turned the knob and threw it open...

-BOOH!

A hand suddenly appeared in the darkness, followed by a figure that leapt towards them.

Without thinking, Liam reacted.

BAM!

Liam's fist hit the "threat" square in the face.

A groan of pain echoed through the cabin.

The figure stumbled back and held his nose.

-Fuck, Archer! It was a joke!

The silence was absolute.

Ethan crossed his arms and looked at the "intruder" calmly.

-Oh, wow. It's our dear idiot.

Isaac, with a hand over his nose and his eyes half-closed in pain, looked at them in disbelief.

He couldn't believe it.

Isaac.

Trying to scare them.

And instead of a laugh...

He got a punch in the face.

"What's wrong with you? You almost broke my nose!"

Ethan snorted in derision.

"Well, that's what happens when you mess with a guy who has no sense of humor."

Isaac glared at him.

"No. That's what happens when you try to prank two paranoids."

Liam, still with his fists clenched and adrenaline running through his body, let out a sigh.

"I thought you were someone else."

Isaac growled, massaging his face.

"Great, Archer. First night in the cabin and you almost killed me."

Ethan smiled in amusement.

"At least now you know what it feels like to be the victim."

Liam closed his eyes and rubbed his temple.

"God... Just go inside and stop doing stupid things." -This better be worth it...

He left a bag on the table.

-I brought snacks and something to drink.

Ethan raised an eyebrow, amused.

-What, do you need alcohol to forget the blow?

Isaac gave him a warning look.

-Shut up, Volkov.

Liam sat down and ran a hand through his hair.

Isaac groaned quietly, but obeyed.

Isaac rubbed his nose with a look of mock pain as he pulled the bottles and snacks out of the bag.

-Well, after this deadly blow, I think I deserve a drink.

Liam rolled his eyes.

-Don't overdo it.

Isaac smiled mischievously.

-Oh, of course I'm exaggerating. But that doesn't mean we shouldn't relax a little.

Liam glanced at the bottles.

-Not a good idea.

-Come on, Archer. You won't kill yourself for a taste of some.

Ethan, who had been silent, smiled calmly as he watched the interaction.

"Yes, Liam. Or are you afraid of alcohol?"

Liam turned his head quickly to Ethan, his brow furrowed.

"It's not that."

"Then, there shouldn't be a problem." Ethan leaned across the table, pouring some liquor into a glass and sliding it over to him. "Just a little."

Liam looked at him for a second, then at Isaac, who was also watching him with a raised eyebrow.

It was silly.

Just one drink.

He took the glass and took a sip.

Isaac smiled widely.

"That's how I like it!"

Ethan, on the other hand, just smiled with a glint in his eyes that Liam couldn't interpret.

The bottles were slowly being emptied, and the conversation had turned into a series of laughs, jokes, and ridiculous challenges.

Liam, who normally stayed away from these kinds of situations, was no longer as stiff as ever. The heat of the alcohol slowly enveloped him, and his body was starting to feel heavy.

"Okay, okay, last round," Isaac announced, swaying a little as he poured more drinks. "But this time… with punishment."

Liam blinked slowly, his head resting on the couch.

"No… more punishments…"

Ethan smiled in amusement.

"Archer is falling."

Isaac chuckled.

"This is the first time I've seen him like this."

Liam narrowed his eyes and muttered.

"No… I'm falling…"

But his tone was so slow and slurred that it didn't sound convincing at all.

Isaac leaned over him, wearing a drunken grin.

"While we're at it… I should give you an award for being the life of the party, Archer."

Ethan tensed instantly.

Liam, too tired, didn't even move when Isaac brought his face closer to his, intending to kiss his cheek.

But before he could do so…

A firm hand grabbed Isaac by the shirt and pulled him away.

"Don't even try it."

Ethan.

His expression was no longer amused.

Isaac, though drunk, stood still for a second.

"Come on, Volkov... it's just a joke..."

Ethan stared at him.

"I don't care."

The tension in the room changed in an instant.

Isaac blinked a few times before letting out a laugh.

"Well, well. Are you jealous?"

Ethan didn't answer.

But his look said it all.

Isaac pulled away, raising his hands in a sign of peace.

"Fine, fine. I won't."

Ethan slowly let go of his shirt and returned to his spot, but his posture was still tense.

Liam, on the other hand, was already on the verge of falling asleep.

He hadn't noticed anything.

And if he had…

He probably would have wanted the night to end even faster.

The room fell eerily silent once Isaac left, closing the door behind him.

Ethan sat on his bed, staring at Liam's sleeping body on the floor.

He looked so peaceful.

His breathing was slow, his chest rising and falling evenly, and his expression—free of the usual tension—made him look almost… vulnerable.

Ethan stood up quietly and walked over.

He knelt down beside him, leaning over him slightly.

He couldn't help himself.

He reached out a hand and brushed his lips with his fingertips.

Soft.

He frowned slightly. How could someone so irritating have lips like that?

Ethan felt a twinge of curiosity. He moved his finger gently, pressing lightly on the corner of his mouth.

Liam groaned in his sleep, but didn't wake up.

Ethan smiled in amusement.

Cute.

He slid his thumb up to Liam's teeth, noticing how well aligned they were. Perfect. Like everything about him.

Too perfect and untouchable.

His gaze moved down to his neck. The pale skin, the slight curve that descended to his collarbone, he was calm, completely oblivious to what was happening.

But Ethan wasn't calm.

His body was burning.

He hadn't planned this, but the touch of her lips, the warmth of her skin, something inside him snapped.

His only damn weakness.

Ethan leaned over him, his gaze dark and hungry.

His fingers slid slowly down his neck, feeling the warmth, the softness.

He couldn't resist.

Ethan pressed his lips to his pale skin, leaving a deep kiss on his neck.

But that wasn't enough.

He needed to leave a mark.

Something no one else could erase.

Something that said Liam belonged to him.

He opened his mouth and sucked harder, feeling his skin redden under his touch.

Liam groaned in his sleep, shifting slightly.

But he didn't wake.

Ethan smiled.

Beautiful.

His gaze dropped to his own erection, his body reacting strongly to the feeling of having him like this, so close, so vulnerable.

He couldn't touch him.

Not yet.

But his desire was unbearable.

With a ragged breath, he unzipped his pants, sliding his hand down to his own pleasure as he inhaled Liam's scent.

Refreshing.

Addictive.

Every gasp that escaped his lips was silent, every movement of his hand desperate.

Liam was still asleep, completely unaware.

Ethan exhaled slowly, feeling his body relax after the storm of desire he had experienced.

But this wasn't enough.

Not yet.

And although he couldn't take him yet, he could make sure he was safe in his hands.

He got up and went to the bathroom to clean his hands. He couldn't touch Liam and stain him.

With calculated movements, he leaned down and slid his arms under his body.

Liam didn't even move.

He lifted him easily and carried him to the bed where he was to sleep.

Carefully, he placed him on the mattress, making sure his head rested comfortably on the pillow.

Gently, she pulled the covers up and tucked him in, making sure he didn't feel cold.

For a moment, she simply watched him.

Liam's face was serene in his sleep, his breathing even.

Ethan tilted his head, his gaze softening with a tenderness that very few ever saw in him.

If only you knew what you do to me…

He moved in slowly.

And with an almost reverent gesture, he pressed a soft kiss against his cheek.

His lips barely brushed his skin, but the simple contact reawakened that fire inside him.

But this time, he held back.

It wasn't the time.

He straightened up, exhaled slowly, and with one last look at Liam, turned off the light.

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Ethan Memories

Since his teenage years, Ethan tried everything the world had to offer in terms of pleasure. Beautiful women, passionate lovers, furtive encounters…

Nothing satisfied him.

Every person he touched, every body he explored, ended up leaving him empty.

The initial intensity always faded too quickly. The thrill died before it even began.

And when he got bored, he just threw them away.

Like trash.

As if they had never meant anything.

Because to him… they really didn't mean anything.

At first, he thought it was just an attraction problem.

Maybe he hadn't found the right woman.

Maybe he was into men.

But even when he tried them…

The result was the same.

Frustration.

Indifference.

Emptiness.

And then, a terrifying truth hit him.

It wasn't that anyone was enough.

His body only reacted to one person.

Liam.

From the first moment he saw him on that road, with desperation and pain on his face…

Something in him broke and came together at the same time.

Liam wasn't just an obsession.

He was his answer.

His only option.

His only damn weakness.

He wasn't going to let him get away.