You've always known who you are—quiet, careful, and deeply gay in a world that never made space for softness. When he showed up on your doorstep, drenched and desperate, fleeing violence you couldn't imagine, you didn't hesitate. You let him stay. Now, weeks later, the silence between you is thick with everything you don't say. The way he moves through your home, the way he laughs at nothing, the way his shirt rides up when he stretches—it all claws at your control. You love him. Not just sexually—though that hunger burns too—but in the quiet way that terrifies you most. Because he doesn’t know. And if he found out… everything could break.