Prologue: The Ember's Glow
The air crackled with a tension that was both electric and intoxicating. It was one of those nights, the kind where the city lights blurred into a hazy glow and the music pulsed with a raw, primal energy. Fallon, usually so composed, found himself caught in a whirlwind, a tempest of desire that threatened to consume him. He’d seen him across the crowded club, a figure radiating an almost dangerous allure, and from that moment, the night had taken on a life of its own.
One night. One shot of something potent and fiery, burning a path down his throat. One kiss, stolen in the shadows, a collision of lips that ignited a wildfire within him. One bed, a tangled mess of sheets and limbs, where inhibitions dissolved and only raw, unadulterated passion remained. One morning, a hazy awakening, a lingering warmth, and a profound sense of… something.