Secret Ingredient
- LETTURE 76
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- Parti 2
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Ultima pubblicazione ven, ott 4, 2024
Anyone could look at the pair and think they didn't complement each other. Timéo wasn't made for Santiágo, nor was Santiágo made for Timéo. They weren't meant for each other, and if fate existed, it sure as hell was pissed. Why choose each other when there was someone more suitable? When there was someone who would crumble and submit just like they wanted? It was simple, really.
They liked the fight.
So instead, Timéo sought Santiágo. And Santiágo sought Timéo. Their struggles for dominance, cravings for worship, and demands of submission. That was what they both desired, and they knew neither was willing to give it. Both Timéo and Santiágo knew that, gazing at each other similarly when he looked back up.
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Santiàgo Crux runs his own fine restaurant. And if you were to ask him, he'd tell you his food is fucking delicious. He needs no-one but himself and his heavenly cooking skills. But when his business gains traction and snowballs on social media, he finds himself investing in things he didn't have to before. And he certainly didn't think he'd need Timéo Moore or his company..
Plus, Santiágo can't stand Timéo. All he does is tease, and no matter how much Santiágo tries to front a lack of interest toward him, Timéo still can't seem to act like he's there to earn a paycheck instead of getting in his pants.
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