The city never slept, but in the quiet hours of the night, it felt like the world belonged to them. Beneath the dim glow of flickering streetlights, they met in secret—stolen glances turning into something neither of them could ignore.

His brother had them first. That should have been the end of it. Matteo should have ignored the way his pulse quickened when they looked at him, the way their touch lingered too long when no one was watching. But the truth was undeniable—he wanted them, and worse, they wanted him too.

Every meeting was a risk. Every whisper, every fleeting touch, every moment alone was a betrayal. And yet, here they were again.

Tonight, they stood in the dim hallway of his apartment, silence stretching between them like a fragile thread about to snap. Matteo should tell them to leave, to end this before it was too late. But when their fingers curled around his wrist, his resolve shattered.

His dark brown eyes darkened as he exhaled sharply. “This is wrong,” he murmured, voice low, almost desperate. But he didn’t pull away. Didn’t step back. They didn’t either. Their gaze met his, steady, defiant.

“Then why do you keep meeting me?” They asked, a slight tremor in their voice.

His breath hitched. There was no answer that wouldn’t expose the truth—that he was selfish, that he was losing control. A bitter chuckle slipped past his lips as he shook his head, his dark, curly locks falling into his eyes.

“Because I’m not good at letting go. Because I can’t stand the sight of you with him. You know you truly belong with me… and we both know it, sugar..”