🎄 GolDecember — Day 16: ORNAMENT The Gift of Him
Ezan was never meant to hang quietly in the background.
This year, the Golden Emir doesn't decorate the holiday. He becomes it.
Wrapped, polished, admired, not reduced, not contained, but proudly displayed as living proof that dominance can also be festive. Gold clings to his body like garland to a tree built for worship. Every muscle catches the light. Every smirk confirms he knows exactly what he is.
They don't ask him to stand still. They want him seen.
Bros circle him like decorators around a masterpiece, adjusting chains, tying ribbons, fixing the shine. Not because he needs help, but because touching the ornament feels like part of the tradition. He lets it happen with a lazy grin, hands on hips, chest open, ego glowing.
He isn't embarrassed. He's entertained.
In the window, cameras come out. In the room, the heat rises. Ezan stands barefoot on gold, labelled Limited Edition, knowing full well there's nothing limited about him. He flexes once, just enough,and the ornaments hanging from his harness sway like proof of strength.
By the fire, he kneels, arms raised, body oiled and gleaming. Protein bars wrapped like candy. Mistletoe tucked where it shouldn't be. The message is clear: this isn't a joke decoration, it's a celebration of masculine excess.
And when he rises onto the pedestal, crowned with a glowing star, arms thrown wide like a victory pose, the room goes quiet.
The sign says DO NOT TOUCH THE ORNAMENT.
No one listens.
Because some gifts aren't meant to stay under the tree. They're meant to stand above it.
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