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Adrian told himself it couldn’t last.Every morning when he woke and found no sign of Evan outside his window, every time he checked his phone and saw nothing but a simple Good morning instead of cryptic declarations, Adrian braced himself. This is the day the mask will slip. This is when he’ll go back to being suffocating, controlling, unbearable.But it didn’t happen.The second week rolled into the third, and Evan was still… normal.---Monday began with Evan driving Adrian to work, same as always now, the quiet sedan humming down the streets. Evan had traded control for conversation—small things, ordinary things.“How was your weekend?”“Did you ever finish that book you bought?”“Your office project—when’s the deadline?”It felt like a script for a life Adrian had never expected to have. He caught himself answering freely, even smiling when Evan slipped in a dry joke.That evening, instead of suggesting a restaurant or a movie, Evan handed him a grocery bag.“I thought we could c

Adrian’s apartment door slammed so hard the frame rattled, but even that satisfying crack of wood couldn’t drown out the storm raging behind him. His chest burned, breaths tearing out in harsh bursts, his palms damp from clenching his fists too long.He paced the living room in jagged strides, too restless to sit, too furious to think. His reflection glared back at him in the darkened window: flushed cheeks, wild eyes, the tie at his neck tugged half-loose like a noose he couldn’t escape.Two weeks. Two blissful weeks of pretending. Two weeks of coffee and laughter and ordinary dates. Two weeks of thinking maybe—just maybe—he could breathe around Evan.And all it took was one smirk from Marcus Lyle to shatter it.A knock came.Adrian froze.Not again.The knock repeated, deliberate and steady. And before Adrian could even move, the handle turned.Of course.“Adrian—”“Don’t you dare.” Adrian’s voice cracked like a whip as Evan stepped inside, closing the door with quiet finality. “Don

The first week after the fight had been… surreal.Too quiet. Too gentle. Too normal.Evan had played the perfect partner, almost unnervingly so—cooking, driving Adrian to and from work without pressing, holding himself back from the sharp edges Adrian had come to fear. It was as if he had been determined to prove he could be human, that he could play at ordinary.But masks could only stay on so long.Adrian noticed it first in the small things. The way Evan’s hand lingered on his lower back a second too long when dropping him off at work. The way his eyes sharpened whenever a male coworker got too close, though his lips still curved in that careful, practiced smile.The cracks were spiderwebbing through the glass. And Adrian, exhausted, caught himself bracing for the inevitable shatter.---It started one Tuesday morning.Adrian had been late leaving his apartment, juggling files he needed for a meeting. He nearly tripped down the steps, cursing himself, when Evan appeared at the bott

Adrian couldn’t breathe.The ring gleamed like a trap in Evan’s hand, the velvet box an open wound between them. The candles flickered on, shadows stretching across the walls like bars of a cage.“Say yes,” Evan whispered again, voice low, steady, as though the entire world hinged on two syllables.Adrian’s chest heaved. His hands trembled as he pushed his chair back, scraping wood against marble. “I—no. I can’t. Evan, this—this isn’t normal!”The refusal hit the air like shattering glass.Evan didn’t move. Didn’t blink. He only watched, dark eyes fixed on Adrian, unreadable.Adrian’s pulse thundered. “You can’t corner me like this! You can’t just—decide for me!”Still, silence.The quiet was worse than rage. Worse than pleading. At least those would mean Evan had cracked. But this—this calm stillness—felt like standing before the eye of a hurricane.Finally, Evan rose. Slow. Measured. He didn’t slam the box shut. Didn’t throw it. Instead, he set it carefully on the table, the ring ca

Adrian woke to silence.Not the warm kind that comes with peace, but a silence that was sharp, intentional—like the air itself was holding its breath. His lashes fluttered open slowly, reluctantly, as though every part of him knew what he would find when he turned his head.The bed was unfamiliar. Or rather—it was familiar in the sense that it wasn’t his. Evan’s sheets were always softer, too smooth against his skin, the faintest scent of expensive detergent and something darker clinging to the fabric. Adrian lay very still, aware of the indentation in the mattress beside him. A body had been there. A body that wasn’t anymore.And then he heard it.The sound of movement from the kitchen. The low scrape of a chair. The muted clatter of cutlery.Adrian pressed his face into the pillow, muffling the frustrated groan that rose unbidden. He didn’t want this. Didn’t want to open his eyes and face the day with the knowledge of what had happened last night—the dinner, Evan’s proposal, his own