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Scars of Silence(MxM) Chapter 83
Slow, as it turned out, was a special kind of torture. The morning after the café, I woke up in the Lausanne studio, the silence feeling different. Not empty, but… waiting. The bond was a low, steady hum again, a presence rather than an absence. It was tentative, fragile, like the first green shoot after a forest fire, but it was there.We texted. Short, practical messages at first.Made it back to Geneva. The apartment is very quiet. -LGlad you’re safe. The studio is… small. -EMatteo is handling the business. Putting new clients on hold. -LJulian sent over the first batch of questionnaires. It’s interesting work. -EA pause after that one. Then: Good. I’m glad. Simple. No anger. A victory, however small.A day passed. Then two. The texts grew slightly longer. We shared articles we’d read. He sent a photo of the lake at sunset from our balcony. I sent a picture of the strange modern sculpture in the Lausanne square. We were two people relearning the geography of each other’s lives,
Scars of Silence(MxM) Chapter 82
The four hours crawled by. I went back to the sterile studio, but I couldn’t sit still. I paced. I changed my clothes three times—too casual, too formal, too much like I was trying. I settled on simple black trousers and a grey sweater. Armor. Neutral ground.My mind raced through scenarios. He would be angry. He would be cold. He would plead. He would demand. I prepared rebuttals, defenses, pleas of my own. But all my preparations felt flimsy, like paper shields against artillery.Sebastian’s dark car haunted the edges of my thoughts. Was he out there now? Watching the studio? Would he follow me to the café? The thought of him witnessing whatever happened between Lorenzo and me felt like the deepest violation.At 6:30, I left. I walked the long way, checking reflections in shop windows, feeling every gaze on my back. The city, which had felt empty and anonymous, now felt like a stage, an audience of unseen eyes.Café Fleuri was bustling, bright with warm light and the clatter of dish
Scars of Silence(MxM) Chapter 81
The coffee in my mouth turned to acid. Sebastian’s message glowed on the screen, a tiny, malevolent eye watching me from the digital void. I know where you are.Julian was watching my face, his kind eyes clouded with concern. “Ethan? You’ve gone pale. What is it?”“Nothing,” I said, the word automatic, hollow. I forced my fingers to move, swiping the notification away, locking the screen. I couldn’t deal with this. Not now. Not here, in this safe, bookish café that had felt like a sanctuary two minutes ago. “Just… spam. Sorry.”He didn’t look convinced, but he was too polite to push. “If you’re sure. We can finish another time. The preliminary work is mostly done.”“No, it’s fine. Really.” I tried to smile, but my face felt like a plaster mask. “This was helpful. Thank you.”We parted ways outside the café. Julian gave my arm a brief, reassuring squeeze. “Call me. Anytime. For work, or… just to talk.”I nodded, unable to speak. I watched him walk away, his satchel swinging, a figure o
Scars of Silence(MxM) Chapter 80
The studio in Lausanne was small, clean, and utterly anonymous. It smelled of lemon cleaner and the faint, sad scent of other people’s temporary lives. I put my suitcase by the door and stood in the middle of the room, listening to the hum of the mini-fridge. The silence was different here. It wasn’t the heavy, charged silence of the Geneva apartment. It was just… empty. My own.I spent the first day in a daze. I unpacked. I bought groceries. I walked along the shore of Lake Geneva, but it felt like a pale imitation of our lake. The water was the same slate gray, the mountains the same hazy blue in the distance, but it was a postcard. A view with no history, no ghosts. It was lonely, but it was also a relief. No memories lurked around every corner.I didn’t call anyone. I didn’t check my email. I left my phone on the kitchen counter and ignored it. The world could wait. He could wait.The first night, the silence of the bond was a physical presence in the dark. It wasn’t just quiet an
Scars of Silence(MxM) Chapter 79
I don’t know how long I stayed on the floor. Time lost all meaning. The quiet in the apartment wasn’t peaceful; it was the quiet of a tomb. The silence of the bond was the worst part. It had been a constant in my life for so long—a hum, a warmth, a storm, a comfort. Now it was just… nothing. A void where Lorenzo used to be.The crumpled list of terms lay on the floorboards like a dead thing. I couldn’t look at it. I couldn’t touch it. Non-negotiable conditions. His words. Final. Absolute.My mind tried to process. To find a third option, a compromise, a crack in the logic. But there was none. Lorenzo hadn’t left any room. It was his way, or it was over. A part of me, the part that was still the man who had fallen in love with a storm, wanted to scream, to fight, to argue. But who would I argue with? The door was closed. The channel was shut.I thought about taking the deal. I imagined it. Packing up our life. Going to some sun-drenched villa in Tuscany. Sitting in silence with a thera
Scars of Silence(MxM) Chapter 78
Two days passed. Two days of suffocating silence. Alessia went back to Milan, her face etched with worry. “Call me,” she begged, hugging me tight at the station. “The second anything changes. Or if you need me to come back.”I promised. Then I was alone in the apartment. The silence was complete now, a living thing that followed me from room to room. I didn’t go to the office. I couldn’t face pretending. I worked from home, or tried to. Mostly, I stared at walls.The bond was a constant, low-grade ache. Not the sharp pain of a fresh wound, but the deep, throbbing pain of a limb held in the wrong position for too long. I could feel him out there. He wasn’t gone. He was… holding himself apart. The connection was stretched so thin it felt like a single, frayed thread. One good tug would snap it.On the morning of the third day, the thread finally twitched.Not a call. Not a text. An email. From Lorenzo’s secure account, the one he used for business.Ethan,We cannot continue like this. T
Scars of Silence(MxM) Chapter 69
The book sat on the coffee table like an accusation. I tried to ignore it, but its presence was a constant, low hum in the back of my mind. Guardian and Prisoner. A circuit of power. Were we that? Was I just the lens that focused Lorenzo’s rage into a killing beam?Lorenzo was gone most of the time
Scars of Silence(MxM) Chapter 68
The next two weeks were a war fought in whispers and paperwork. The safe house became our world. The police detail outside was a constant, grim reminder of the threat. The news cycle chewed over the "Rossi Family Murder Scandal" for a few days, then moved on to the next outrage, but the legal machi
Scars of Silence(MxM) Chapter 67
The ride back to the safe house was silent. The victory felt hollow, like a bomb crater. We’d won. We’d secured legal protection, exposed the truth, and maybe even started the wheels of justice turning for his mother. But the cost felt immense. The public, final, brutal severing of Lorenzo from his
Scars of Silence(MxM) Chapter 66
The morning of the hearing dawned clear and cold, the sky a hard, pale blue. The rain had washed the city clean, but the air felt charged, brittle. We dressed in silence—dark, serious suits, armor for the battle ahead. Alessia wore a simple black dress, her face pale but composed. She looked older.
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