Over the past six months, Ren and Yurin's world had shifted into the most beautiful, unshakable orbit.
Yurin had officially moved back into the penthouse, stepping fully into his role as its co-owner. True to his word, Ren kept his promise of freedom, allowing his lover to work a part-time job at a small suburban café just as he had requested.
However, 'freedom' was a highly relative term. The ferociously territorial CEO remained exactly that—a possessive alpha.
Every evening without fail, a sleek sports car would idle smoothly in front of the café at closing time. Ren, clad in an impeccably tailored business suit, would step inside to order the very last Americano of the day. He would sit there, resting his chin on his hand, tracking Yurin's every movement as he wiped tables and closed up shop.
