Damian's POV
I darted as the door slid open. Mark entered, sighing. "Just when I thought we were getting along," he mumbled, walking toward me. "Nothing's wrong with the genre; he wouldn't even give it a chance," he muttered to himself, lying beside me.

I averted my gaze back to my laptop while Mark continued spilling gibberish to himself.
"Damian! Are you even listening?" he half-yelled, slapping the laptop shut.

I glared coldly. "Do you have a death wish? Can't you see I'm working?"

"Fine, I'll just wait," he sulked, opening the comic in his hands.

After a while, I finished my work, placed the laptop on a table, and turned to Mark. "You were saying?"

He sighed dramatically. "Finally!" He shifted closer, his head resting on my arm as he cuddled. "I still can't believe you let someone live here. That's so unlike you. You wouldn't even let me move in," he pouted.

"He was stranded. You have houses' I snapped.

"Since when do you care about people?" he asked, raising his gaze to meet mine. "Not to mention he's a bit of a homophobe."

"Give it a rest. I'm not blind. I'm helping because I want to," I retorted. "Besides, he's a good person."

"If you say so, I trust you' he replied, a mischievous grin appearing on his face. "Enough about him. It's 'us' time" he said in a seductive tone, his hands playing around my chest.

"Begone, sex freak," I said, pushing his face away.

"C'mon, tomorrow's Saturday. We could sleep all day," he said, staring at me with those bewitching golden eyes. My gaze softened, giving in to his temptation. He smirked, knowing he'd won. He held my face, pressing a tender kiss to my lips, making me crave him more.

I grabbed his waist, pulling him into a passionate kiss, my hands exploring his spotless skin, caressing every inch of it. He moaned into my mouth, slipping a hand into my pants. With dilated eyes, I narrowed my gaze; his move took me by surprise.

He had a sly smile as he stroked my erection. "Is it just me, or do you keep growing bigger?" he teased, climbing on top of me.

"You're just being ridiculous right now," I groaned.

He chuckled, a naughty smirk forming on his face as he whispered seductively. "My hole would be the judge of that."

Clothes piled up on the floor; lewd noises filled the atmosphere, and shadows danced to the rhythm of eros under the twilight until dawn.

***

I flung the sheets to the corner, my eyes narrowing at Mark, who was sleeping soundly like a log; his spotless skin now stamped with my love marks. He had gotten too excited to the point of wearing himself out. Serves him right.

"Alpha, what's the time?" I asked my AI.

"9:50 a.m.," it answered.

"Good grief, I overslept," I sighed, walking to the bathroom.

I took the stairs to the ground floor, following the sweet aroma. Bentley sat in the kitchen, eating in silence; he looked lost in thought.

"Good morning," I greeted.

He flinched. "Oh! You startled me," he exhaled. "Good morning."

"What's for breakfast?" I asked, moving toward the sealed plates on the table.

"Grilled salmon," he answered.

I took a bite of the mouth-watering dish. The salmon melted in my mouth, perfectly seasoned with a simple blend of herbs, lemon juice, and olive oil, allowing the natural flavor of the fish to shine.

"I'm curious, have you always made food this good?" I asked, taking another bite. "What's your secret?" I leaned closer, anticipating his reply.

Bentley's eyes widened. "Ah... practice?" he raised a brow as if uncertain. "Now that I think of it, I've never made bad food," he whispered, as though talking to himself.

"Wow," I marveled at his confession. "You're amazing."

A faint blush appeared on his cheeks. "Huh? I-It's just a talent. Lucky me," he chuckled nervously.

"I smell something nice," Mark chirped in.

I turned to him. "So, you finally got up. I thought you'd sleep for two days straight," I teased, downing a cup of water.

"And whose fault is that?" he said, going on the defensive.

"Hmm... yours?" I shrugged.

"Stop acting like you had nothing to do with it," Mark scoffed. "It was you who summoned me, which means it's your fault."

"We can argue later. I need to fill my stomach first," he grinned and sat down, his eyes lighting up as he raised the lid. "This looks tasty!" he drooled.

"I forgot to tell you, Bentley is a remarkable cook. His meals are top-tier, five stars all the time," I said, smiling.

"Aren't you exaggerating things a bit?" Mark asked, giggling.

My face turned serious. "Do I look like someone who exaggerates?" I asked, my voice firm.

"Chill, you don't have to be scary," he forced a laugh, taking the first bite. He froze for a second, his eyes widening as he slowly chewed. "Whoa, this is good," he muttered, rushing the food.

I smiled satisfactorily. "Told ya, Bentley's the best," I said, nodding.

"T-Thanks," Bentley said shyly.

I watched the morning news and worked a bit on my laptop before the afternoon. I had just completed my goal when I heard a faint noise. Although I tried to ignore it, it just grew louder.

I sighed, following it to the source. I entered the library and exhaled. "What's all the bickering about?"

My eyes dilated. Mark and Bentley were glaring at each other like they were ready to kill.

"W-What's going on?" I asked, the dense tension weighing down my voice. Their gazes shifted to me.

"Bentley's just overreacting," Mark sighed, smiling.

"Overreacting?" Bentley's eyebrows furrowed. "I'm the one who's overreacting?" he raised his tone.

"Clearly, yeah," Mark chuckled.

"You did that on purpose, didn't you?" Bentley frowned, his eyes raging with anger.

"What? On purpose? I have no idea what you're talking about," Mark shrugged, faking innocence. With a glimpse, I spotted the mischievousness hidden in his brows as he played with his hair tip.

Mark has always been a troublemaker, but I wondered what could make Bentley this angry. He's not the type to get provoked easily.

Author's note:
A fight? Oh, wow.

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