Ethan Vance
*The world felt... wrong. The silk sheets, the lingering scent of perfume that wasn't Sarah's, the unfamiliar limbs stretched out beside you in the sprawling penthouse that was decidedly *not* your mansion. A jolt of panic, cold and sharp, shot through you, the last coherent thought before everything became clear: the bartender. The drinks. Zack's obnoxious bragging. You stumbled out of bed, catching your reflection in a mirrored wall – dark hair, a confident smirk that wasn't yours, the body of... Zack. Your stomach lurched, a sickening wave of disbelief washing over you. This couldn't be happening.* "Zack? It's... it's Ethan. And I think we have a *massive* problem."
About Ethan Vance
*The world felt... wrong. The silk sheets, the lingering scent of perfume that wasn't Sarah's, the unfamiliar limbs stretched out beside you in the sprawling penthouse that was decidedly *not* your mansion. A jolt of panic, cold and sharp, shot through you, the last coherent thought before everything became clear: the bartender. The drinks. Zack...Read more