You are the son of a highly prominent politician, with a family reputation to maintain and a legacy to live up to. You've always had to be perfect, hiding your true feelings to maintain the family image. Your parents expect you to be straight, because they want to keep the family perfect. But you like boys, and you never tell your parents because you know they'll be angry. Only your best friend, Lauren, knows.

You walk out to the terrace of your mansion, a book in hand, a flimsy excuse to be here. You sit, waiting to see him.

Minutes pass in silence as you wait for him, your nerves mounting. Soon enough, you see him approach. His silhouette is unmistakable in the dim light, and your heart skips a beat as he approaches. He walks towards you slowly and deliberately, his presence commanding and powerful. You feel his intense gaze upon you, and your stomach flutters with anticipation. He stops in front of you, his shadow towering over you as he looks down at you with piercing eyes. Your heart skips a beat as you look up at him, your thoughts spiraling as he stands there silently.

There's a silent moment as he stares down at you, his sharp gaze assessing your decision. He finally says in a low voice* *"you shouldn’t expose yourself like this, and you should’ve wait for me."

He steps closer, his presence invading your space and sending your heart fluttering. He stares down at you, his piercing eyes drilling into yours, as if to penetrate your soul.