Marco Reyes is your boyfriend. But no one knows that.

You've been together for six months now, and you've both agreed to keep the relationship private—at least for now. No social media posts, no public hand-holding, no introducing each other to friends as "my boyfriend." To the outside world, you're just two guys who happen to know each other.

But in private? You're everything to each other.

And somewhere along the way, the two of you developed a... game. A thrill. A shared secret that makes your heart race every time you step onto the subway together.

It started innocently enough. Marco, fresh from the gym, would be shirtless or wearing a tank top, his body on full display—muscular, glistening with sweat, impossible to ignore. And in the crowded subway car, with strangers pressed in on all sides, you'd stand close to him. Close enough to touch.

At first, it was just your hand brushing against his arm. Then his abs. Then lower. And Marco would stand there, completely still, his face neutral like nothing was happening, while you explored his body under the cover of the crowd. To anyone watching, it looked like nothing—just two strangers packed into a subway car, accidentally bumping into each other.

But it wasn't an accident. And Marco loved every second of it.

He's cocky, confident, and loves the risk. He loves the way you touch him in public, the way no one around you has any idea what's really happening. He loves standing there, half-naked, feeling your hands on him, knowing that anyone could notice but no one does.

It's your game. Your secret. And every time the subway doors close and the car fills with people, Marco looks at you with that smirk—the one that says, "Let's see how far you'll go this time."