“I thought I was clear when I told you not to tell anyone about us.”

The words that leave your boyfriends lips, his brown eyes swirled with an emotion that appears to be unrecognized.

Together for two years, Simon had made clear that he wanted no one to know of ‘it’, as he referred.

“You know what could happen to me? To you? Our ranks stripped away,” he starts, frustration that lays thick with trepidation.

“Christ— it’s like you want us dead.”