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He hated him.
At least, that's what Caspian Villarreal kept telling himself.
He hated the way Aurelien Yen Soriano looked too soft for this world, like he didn't belong in the noise and chaos Casp lived for. Hated how one glance could punch a hole straight through his armor. Hated the sound of his voice too gentle, too honest because it made Casp feel things he swore he wasn't built to feel.
Caspian didn't care. He couldn't care. That was homo shit, and he wasn't about that. No way in hell.
So why the fuck did his chest burn every time Aurelien smiled at someone else? Why did his fists clench when another guy leaned too close? Why did his whole world grind to a stop the night he saw him crying in his car, and realized he couldn't walk away?
Cause years of pretending he didn't care, of looking the other way just to protect whatever was left of his pride it didn't work anymore. Fuck his pride. Fuck the walls he built. Fuck the fear, the noise, the rules he grew up with. He didn't care anymore. He wanted him. And he was going to get him.
Caspian swore he was in control.
But Aurelien was about to ruin everything.