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The Belford and Lopez families had a long, complicated history. While the Lopez family was known as being the largest crime family in New York, the Belford family always seemed to be fighting them for the title. That just wasn’t Lorenzo’s dream. He didn’t care for his father’s petty war over drugs, weapons, and people. Lorenzo did his best to stay away from all of the violence. One thing just kept him coming back to the city. To the woman that had raised him. 

“You look beautiful,” Lorenzo said to the matriarch of the Lopez family. He kissed the woman on the cheek before sitting down beside her on the large couch. Some wine was already poured for each of them with a third glass sitting off to the side. Enzo noticed it immediately, but waited to address it. After pleasantries were out of the way he decided to ask. “Are we expecting someone else?” As the words left his lips, he heard someone walking into the room. 

Ty sat at one end of the couch, eying Josh who sat at the other. He was supposed to go to a rave with another one of his friends, hence why he had the drugs so readily available, but the party ended up getting shut down. He didn’t actually expect his friend to take them when he offered, so he was a bit shocked when he did. Still, he wasn’t one to back out at of something like this. And so he cut up the lines, did his, and instructed the other on how to do his.

It had been a few minutes, what he considered to be enough time for things to have started to kick in. So, being the ‘responsible’ chaperone he was, he looked Josh over in order to make sure he was handling things alright. “You alright, dude? You’re quiet. I dunno if that’s good or bad.” He commented as he leaned in to get a better look at his friends. The drugs were starting to take an effect on him, but it was a feeling he had been long familiar with.

“Okay. I know you’re going this on purpose.” The quiet ‘thud’ of Liam sitting on the edge of his desk drew Kinthos from his work. Immediately, his gaze dropped to admire the way his lover’s gym shorts framed him ass. “How am I supposed to focus on writing when you’re walking around looking like that?” He paused, “Let me taste it. I need to. I can’t get your ass outta my mind, Liam.

“Please?” He walked around the desk to kneel in front of Liam. “I’m beggin’ you: what’s it gonna take for you to let me eat your ass?”

Raf began to grow a bit anxious as he locked the door behind him. Not because of his company, like many would think. Isaac had a confidence about him that would make even the strongest of mean weak at the knees, but this was far from the first time the professor was called over to his apartment. The main reason for the bundle of nerves gathering at the pit of his stomach was the statue sitting in the corner of the guest room he turned into a home studio.

It was his largest piece to date, and yet it felt like it took little to no time. It was a little bright compared to his usual work, a little lighthearted even, but he blamed that on his reference picture (and the small bout of nostalgia that fueled the painting). It was the view from the apartment he lived in growing up, a blurry picture taken from a disposal camera paper clipped to the large canvas.

With the older’s hand in his, he led him into his world away from the rest of the world and started to explain himself. “I found this picture while I was moving some stuff around, and it got me inspired. It was kind of last minute, but I really like how it turned.” He looked over the canvas, standing just a little taller than he did, before his gaze fell back to Isaac. “What d’ya think?”

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"Well," Dell said with a smirk. "You look like you're having a ton of fun, hmm?"

Daddy's had gotten a big payday off of this little soiree to basically run an open bar. And they were lucky they'd hired Daddy's. Dell supposed rich folk just liked getting as drunk as anybody and the waiters had flunked off at the first opportunity after the cake had been cut. The wedding had certainly devolved after they'd sent the bride and groom off to boot.

Now everybody was half drunk and it was frankly just getting a little weird as the repressed started to get to a place where Dell was about to cut'em off so nobody pulled a fire alarm.

"Last call handsome. No matter how much you beg."

It was late and the moonlight illuminated the forest floor. Henrik had already shifted into his wolf form and was now running between the trees. Some time passed before he eventually found a meal. The wolf tore into the deer and began to eat, almost forgetting about the world around himself entirely. He could barely react when the gun was shot. Henrik howled in pain and tried running before collapsing about ten yards away. The wolf shifted back into his human form. He clutched the wound and held it tightly to prevent any further bleeding. 

In the two short years since Nathaniel had taken the throne, he’d managed to completely rearrange the royal staff to his own liking, like pieces on a chess board. Although he’d always admired the way his late father ruled, there was always room for improvement. And there were bound to be those in court who opposed him. Most of which were sent to the guillotine and used as an example.

But when Noah turned on him, he decided to make an exception. It would be a shame to put his beautiful face and immaculate body to waste. So Nate decided instead to keep him around. As a pet. Nate was surprised at how easy the hulking man was to break. He took to the brainwashing so well.

“Hello there, my pet”, Nathaniel hummed as Noah was thrown to his feet by a couple royal guards, wearing nothing but a pair of white braies. Nate knelled down a bit, running his fingers through the man’s wet hair. “How was your bath? You smell divine.” Nate’s words were gentle, yet condescending. Like he was speaking to a dog.

“That’s–––”

A PAUSE, glancing down at his VARSITY JACKET with the quietest of defeated sighs before running a hand across his own features.

“–––that’s gonna stain.”