The Secrets of La Marciana
After the electric encounter that morning, Andy felt as though he were floating. He had surrendered to the magnetic pull of Lin, his father’s cousin, and had agreed to spend the weekend away from the world. As they left the motel, the air was thick with a new, dangerous familiarity. Lin’s voice was a low rumble, filled with a hunger that made Andy’s skin prickle. “Let’s forget the family tree for a moment,” Lin had whispered, though his eyes betrayed a deep, primal satisfaction in their shared bloodline.
They drove to La Marciana, a family estate that Andy hadn’t visited in a decade. When they arrived, he was stunned. The modest cottage of his childhood had been transformed into a luxurious sanctuary. Upon entering, they were greeted by Carlos, the caretaker. The way Carlos looked at Andy—a slow, appreciative sweep of his eyes—sent a jolt of unexpected arousal through him, creating a tense, charged atmosphere between the three men.