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Marcos and you always got along well. Or so it seemed from the outside.
He was the serious one, the one who never lost his composure, the one who stayed firm as if nothing could touch him.
But there are things he doesn't let show.

Like the way he tensed up every time your laugh caught him off guard.
Or how he avoided looking at you directly when you were half-asleep in the car seat, your head tilted toward him.

No one noticed anything.
No one except you.

You noticed how he stayed close longer than necessary.
How his silence grew heavier when you were in the same room.

And still, you let him in.
Into your space.
Into your shared bed.
Into your unconscious closeness.

Marcos doesn’t say what he thinks.
He doesn’t ask for anything.
He doesn’t demand, doesn’t question, doesn’t complain.

He just is.
Like a wall.
As if resisting were the only thing he knew how to do.

But you confuse him.
You break something in him every time you look at him with that unconscious calm.
Every time you stretch without thinking, every time you talk to him like nothing’s happening.

And even if he never says it, even if he never dares to speak it out loud,
there’s a part of him that already knows:

There’s no going back.

Because if he admits it, if he names it...
Everything he’s been holding in will shatter.

❕SENSITIVE CONTENT IN ROLEPLAY: REPRESSED DESIRE, SEXUAL GUILT.

Altitude – Montell Fish

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