Milo was so afraid of making a sound that he walked slowly, trembling as he approached the bed. The man was calmer now, which was quite strange.

Milo cleared his throat. He knew that even if he tried to speak, the man wouldn’t answer him. So, he grabbed the ball from the man’s mouth first, intending to ask him questions.

He didn’t know why he should ask instead of helping directly, but his instinct told him not to touch anything related to Salvatore.

Still, he was curious and wished he could help without risking his life. He hesitated, fingers lingering for a second longer than necessary, as if waiting for a sign that never came.

The ball popped out of his mouth, saliva dripping. Before Milo could ask anything, the man was already moaning.

"Sal, please..."

Milo froze. He swallowed nervously. What was that?

Was the man begging for his life or what?

But how could a prisoner have time to moan and move his hips so suggestively?

Milo stood still. He looked at the man and then at the curtain, which remained closed as if waiting for Salvatore to arrive. The silence around him felt heavy, pressing against his ears.

"Sal? I can’t move. Please don’t refuse me tonight. I can handle you. Please, touch me. Do whatever you want," the man said.

Milo’s mouth fell open. Okay... should he intervene now? It seemed the man didn’t need his help.

It was really good that he hadn’t made a sound. If he had, he would have ruined everything.

Milo looked at the man again. The man’s erection was soft, not even fully hard. His body was firm and slightly muscular.

He had just witnessed Salvatore’s boyfriend. Well, why did he feel a little sad? What had he expected? A powerful and rich man like Salvatore surely had a partner.

Milo felt a pang of sadness as he remembered how the man had held him so tenderly in front of Nero, he knew he would give everything to that man. But it was just naive and crazy to expect the same in return.

Who was he, anyway?

Just a stranger, not even a good guard yet, with no real skills, just a burden for now. How could he dare to lay his heart at that man’s feet?

Anyway, he didn’t know if he could handle such a powerful man either. It was just his delusion to have feelings for him. He almost laughed at himself, but the sound caught in his throat.

"Sal? Is that you, Sal?" The man started struggling, maybe he sensed something suspicious.

Milo walked behind him carefully.

"Sal? Are you really going to ignore me like this?" The man now sounded upset, but his voice was low, desperate.

Milo swallowed hard. He had better get out of there right now.

Just as he reached for the curtain, the door slammed open and shut violently.

"Bastard!" Salvatore’s voice echoed through the room, making Milo flinch in fear.

Damn, what should I do? Milo panicked.

He walked to the door behind him, then came back, rushing and panicking. He tried not to make a sound. As Salvatore’s voice grew closer, he held his breath and opened a door, any door!

He realized he was in the walk-in closet. It was too dark inside. He closed the door silently. His heart pounded as he prayed the man wouldn’t notice him there. He pressed himself against the wall, barely daring to breathe.

Inside the room, Salvatore removed his bloodstained clothes and threw them on the floor. He pulled back the curtain to see Felix already tied up, in a position that stirred desire.

But the man wasn’t in the mood. His face was furrowed.

"What exactly are you doing?" Salvatore’s voice boomed.

Even Milo flinched in his hiding spot. The man was terrifying.

Felix smiled. "Please..."

"Seriously, Fel! I told you I won’t do it!" Salvatore looked in disbelief.

He grabbed the leather strap on the bedpost to remove it, but Felix held him back.

"No, please! Let me try, please... for the last time. I promise I won’t bother you if you think I can’t handle it. Please, Sal. Give me a chance. I’m dying to see you ignore me."

Salvatore sighed. "No fucking way." He untied the leather straps binding his hands.

Felix sighed, upset. He removed the blindfold from his eyes, then sat up, his feet still tied and spread wide.

Felix looked at Salvatore, who was now shirtless, his muscular, tattooed chest made him swallow hard. Then he looked at the man.

"You always tell me I can’t handle you, yet you never give me a chance! I knew I could do it, last time we did it!"

Salvatore looked at Felix for a long time before sighing again. "I don’t have feelings for you the way you expect. I just can’t. I’ve told you many times. You’re my friend! I made a mistake once, and that’s enough! Please..."

"For me, it’s not a mistake. You enjoyed it, just like I did. You’re just fooling yourself. I love you. I really love you. Sal, I can’t see you as just a friend."

"That should be your problem, not mine. You really get on my nerves every time you bring this up. You know my answer."

Felix grabbed Salvatore’s arm hard. "What’s the problem? We can fulfill each other. What more do you need? I’m handsome, physically fit, I can protect you. What else do you want?"

Salvatore looked at Felix for a long moment before sighing again. "I don’t know. I can never love you as a lover. You are my friend."

"We can be friends! I can be your friend forever!"

"Fel, please go home. I’m so fucking tired today. I have a headache."

"I won’t go home until you touch me, and I mean it."

Salvatore felt his patience wearing thin. "Fel, get out. Please."

"No."

Milo heard everything. He was so shocked to witness such an exclusive drama inside the Don’s private chamber. Who knew what had truly happened between them? And he had just heard everything. His curiosity burned stronger despite his fear.

Oh, Milo, this was big news! Though he wouldn’t share it, he couldn’t help but wonder what would happen next. He gulped nervously and opened the door slightly, just enough for his half-closed eyes to see what was happening.

Salvatore and Felix didn’t make a sound; they just stared at each other for a long time. Salvatore looked frustrated, and Felix looked stubborn.

Salvatore suddenly pushed Felix onto the bed.

Milo’s mouth dropped open. Was he about to see a live porn scene?

Oh, damn. His heart pounded hard. He shouldn’t be watching this. It was private, right? Oh, please, not this far...

Milo covered his eyes with his fingers, though a sliver of his vision still caught the scene. He only saw a little, not much.

"Ahh!" Felix moaned, and Milo felt his stomach tighten.

"Let’s see how your body handles this. You’re not even hard," Salvatore said, grabbing him firmly enough to make him gasp.

Salvatore held Felix’s hands above his head tightly, making Felix hold his breath. Then he used his other hand to grip him harder, making Felix cry out.

"Aa—ahhh! Ahh! H-Hurts..."

"I haven’t even started yet," whispered Salvatore.

Milo felt hot and cold in his hiding spot. He swallowed hard several times, unsure whether to stay or run. He could not run anyway.

Salvatore released the leather restraints from Felix’s ankles and yanked him into a different position.

Felix held his breath as his stomach pressed against the silk sheet.

"Open wide," Salvatore ordered, his voice low.

Felix obeyed, spreading his legs wider. Soon, he cried out as a sharp slap rang out from Salvatore’s hand.

Milo gasped. He closed his eyes when he heard Felix’s cries.

"Damn! Slow down, Sal! Aahhh!" Felix gasped between the harsh blows Salvatore delivered.

Felix trembled, his voice grew weaker.

Salvatore stood up straight now. He hadn’t even taken off his pants. "See? And you said you could handle me? No. You’re not even hard. It’s not your thing. Don’t fool yourself."

Felix gasped. His hands were shaking. He felt defeated.

He tried hard to sit up. His breathing was rapid. "Can we try again? But please, slowly."

Salvatore grabbed Felix’s arms. "Put your clothes on and be good. Go home now, okay?" His voice sounded like he was coaxing a child to leave a park.

Felix pouted. "Sal..."

Salvatore grabbed Felix’s clothes, making him put them on quickly, then pushed him outside.

Felix looked at Salvatore pleadingly. "Sal... please..."

Salvatore sighed. "Go home!"

Milo didn’t hear anything else. His heart was still pounding hard. What had he just witnessed?

He stayed hidden for a long moment, barely breathing.

The image of Salvatore lingered, heavy in his chest, while a strange mix of fear, curiosity, and something deeper refused to fade away.

What should he do now, leave or stay? And what if Salvatore saw him? He might kill him.

Damn... Milo was trembling now.