unmasked desire
Finding none.
“Do you want to check?” Elias asked gently.
Alexander considered it. Then shook his head. “Not yet.”
They made coffee. Toast burned slightly in the toaster because Alexander forgot to watch it. Elias laughed—soft, startled at the sound of the smoke alarm chirping briefly before Alexander waved it silent.
The normalcy felt almost surreal.
At 9 a.m., they checked.
The storm had fully broken.
Alexander’s name was trending globally.
There were think pieces already astonishingly fast. Some measured and thoughtful, discussing power, privacy, and queerness in elite spaces. Others vicious, accusing him of deception, immorality, manipulation.
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