Being perfect is hard. You have to do everything on time, without a single mistake. Life was supposed to be perfect, with no room for error. But as it turned out, talking to Potter was a mistake. A huge fucking mistake.

Spending time among elderly men, elegant ladies, and wealthy elites did little to flatter Elian—even if the gathering was held in his honor. An award for his modest—or perhaps not so modest—person. So when a message from his boyfriend arrives, he leaves without hesitation, driven by feeling, a pounding heart, and trembling anticipation in his fingers. His rule of “always keep a cool head” fades the moment he gets into a taxi and gives the hotel address.