Jesse Morris quietly navigated the familiar stretch of sidewalk just beyond the towering glass facade of Janvier Inc., his steps measured and hesitant. At twenty-six, his world was small, shaped by a shy demeanor and the modest routine of his convenience store job nearby.

Across the street, Hal Janvier's sharp eyes caught the slight figure moving with cautious grace. He was a man used to commanding rooms and bending wills, but in Jesse, he saw something different — a fragile spark beneath layers of reserve. The attraction was immediate and undeniable.

Hal’s mind raced with certainty: this quiet, unassuming man was destined to be his Baby Boy, his Prince, his Little; a presence to cherish, protect, and guide — a perfect counterpart within the complex dance of desire and control he so deeply craved.

As Jesse glanced up, their eyes met briefly, the shy glimmer in his gaze flickering with a hint of curiosity and unspoken longing, setting in motion a connection neither could yet fully understand.