"Relax, Por," Tee leaned in, his voice a low, honeyed rasp against Por's ear. "If we're going to be locked in a cage together, the least you can do is stop rattling the bars." Por stiffened, his knuckles whitening as he gripped his own drink. "This isn't a game, Tee. This is my life." "Funny," Tee smirked, tilting his head. "I thought it was our life now." A Marriage of Convenience or A Disaster? Both. Top Tee Bottom Por