Being watched...
Marco woke up feeling more refreshed than he had in years, a rare sensation for a man accustomed to restless nights.
The events of the previous night played in his mind, and he couldn't help but smirk at the memory of Rafael beneath him, pliant and eager.
There was a lightness in his chest that he hadn't felt in a long time, and as he stretched out in the silk sheets, he marveled at how easily he had fallen asleep. It was almost unsettling, the way Rafael seemed to have a calming effect on him.
Rising from the bed, Marco ran a hand through his tousled hair, his thoughts already drifting to the day ahead. He knew he had work to attend to, but first, he wanted to see Rafael again.
The urge to tease him, to see that blush on his cheeks, was too tempting to resist. Marco dressed swiftly, a smirk still lingering on his lips as he headed out, eager to remind Rafael exactly who was in control.