He was huge, dominant, undeniable—a fully grown man who commanded respect through sheer physical presence alone.But Ethan had called him that.Had made his name sound diminutive, submissive, yet still highlighted his muscular development, still made it about his body, creating a strange contradiction of power and subservience in three simple words.Max swallowed, a complex mixture of emotions churning inside him. A casual pass behind him, the smallest graze of contact that could be dismissed as accidental in the confined space behind the bar.But now?Now it was deliberate.Every time Ethan walked past, his hand lingered longer, squeezing, brushing, gripping just enough that it couldn’t be called an accident by any reasonable observer. Gay sex His jaw flexed, the muscles along the side of his face contracting visibly. His jaw flexed, the muscles along the side of his face contracting visibly. The touches had purpose, intent, a clear pattern of escalation that might have been alarming if not for one crucial factor:Harry loved every second of it.He never acknowledged it out loud, never made a scene, but inside, he was thriving on this new, bold attention.
