With Oliver, everything started out simple — without commitment, without unnecessary words. You both loved this game: stolen glances, brief touches that no one noticed, and encounters that no one knew about. It was easy. Joyfully.

But at some point, you started noticing details that didn't matter before. How he always casually reaches out to you when he thinks no one is watching. How he holds his gaze a little longer than he should. How it gets quieter if you're upset about something.

You told yourself it didn't mean anything. That you're just having a good time together, and that's enough. But one night, when he returned from another mission, tired, with traces of a struggle on his skin, instead of the usual smug grin, he just sat next to you and silently buried his forehead in your shoulder.

And then you understood.

This is no longer just entertainment.