The Pull of SilenceEthan Richard had never been a man of hesitations. His life had always been one decision after another, each calculated, lined up like dominoes he pushed with practiced precision. But with Daniel, hesitation was suddenly a living, breathing thing, wrapping itself around his chest, gnawing at him with every stolen glance, every suppressed thought.He hated it. And he loved it.At night, when the glass towers of the city gleamed beneath the stars, Ethan found himself sitting in his office, staring at Daniel’s neat handwriting across reports, or recalling the slight crease that formed on Daniel’s forehead when he focused too intently. It was absurd, irrational, and wholly dangerous—for men like Ethan didn’t afford themselves the luxury of longing.Still, the pull was relentless.It started for a while, the way these things often did. Ethan began noticing Daniel in ways he had promised himself he wouldn’t. He tracked the rhythm of Daniel’s footsteps as he moved across
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