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    Charles' uncle, the king, is organizing a tournament to the death, with his nephew as the grand prize.

    Charles couldn’t care less who ends up with him. After all, life in the palace is no better than marrying a stranger.

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    Charles had developed a problem.

    Nothing serious or life altering. Not even a particularly inconvenient one. Just a problem in the sense that every weekday at exactly ten-thirty in the morning, he found himself looking for the same man.

    It had all started innocently enough, like most fixations.

    The route along the waterfront was one of his favorites. It was just long enough to get his clients some good exercise, but not too long that it dragged and made the day miserable. The path curved past a small park overlooking the harbor, where tourists sat on benches with overpriced coffee and locals pretended not to notice the yachts. It was scenic, usually quiet, and most importantly, every dog in Monaco seemed to love it.

    The tattoo shop had been an afterthought.

    Mostly.

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    Charles opens the door in his work out shorts and giant hoodie, half of his hair smooshed to the side of his head while the other sticks straight up. He's frantically trying to smooth it with one hand as he swings the door wide with the other, but gets distracted by Max standing there, red-cheeked and trying to pretend he isn’t panting.

    The cloud of rainpancakesearthsyrup floods into his apartment, making Charles blink dazedly. It’s so fucking good. He can’t help but gasp a bit, surprised.

    Max takes a final deep, almost heaving breath and shoots his arm out straight in front of him, a dark blue hoodie clenched in his fist. “Here.”

    Charles doesn’t reach for it. He eyes Max, the sheen of sweat along his hairline, the fit of his relatively but not egregiously skinny jeans.

    “Did you—did you run here?”

    Max grimaces a little, then shrugs. “Brought this for you.”

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    Charles has spent the last 28 years highly sensitive to smell, usually to the detriment of his own well-being. So what if Max’s presence—and scent—have always helped with that?

    So what if this is the year Max finally notices?

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    18 May 2026