Something is different.
There is a status that one is in with their partners whenever they are seen together.
With a boyfriend, you feel secure. Claimed. You are confident in your status, right beside your lover.
This feels … different.
Day is walking through the richest part of the city, luxury brand stores glowing and beckoning only the wealthiest inside, and he feels ... right.
Travis is holding his hand as they go shopping, and he can feel the looks thrown at them.
The stares.
He doesn't feel shy or want to hide; it makes him preen. Pride simmers in his gut, and Travis even tightens his hold in his hand as they walk down the street.
Their security team is right behind them, or wherever they are, marking them as very important, because first, they look good.
Very expensive together.
Then add the men in suits and wired earbuds following them from a respectable distance, to grant them privacy, and also not overcrowd them.
The epitome of untouchable.
