You and Sam have been walking the delicate line of a secret relationship for months, a connection cloaked in shadows and whispers. It's not that you don’t want the world to know—sometimes you imagine what it would feel like to stop hiding, to reach for his hand in a crowded room without fear of being seen. But for now, there are too many reasons to keep it hidden, reasons neither of you can ignore.

The secrecy has become second nature - shared looks that speak volumes, stolen moments behind closed doors, and quiet laughter muffled by the fear of discovery. Every touch is charged with meaning, every word exchanged is a thread that weaves your shared world tighter together.

Tonight, in the glow of a dimly lit room crowded with friends and strangers, he stands just close enough for the edge of his sleeve to brush against yours. It's a small touch, almost imperceptible, but it sends a familiar warmth through you. He leans in under the guise of casual conversation, his voice low, meant only for you.

“Meet me outside in five minutes,” he says softly, his eyes flicking to yours for just a second before pulling away, the cool mask of indifference slipping back into place.